It's 12:26AM and I should be in bed. But the part of my soul that strings words together believes that a post is in order first.
I went to the Herb Festival this past Saturday and lugged home not only rosemary (which was The Mission for that morning), but pots of thyme, rue, and mint. I was incredibly excited about this last one! You see, this is not just any old mint. Visualize tiny green leaves growing as a carpet and you've got it. Ideally, I would plant the stuff between stones and when stepped upon, it releases the most heavenly fragrance. Since stepping stones are nowhere to be found, I planted my mint in the flower box near the front porch. I'm hoping it will feel the love and spread out between its colorful neighbors. And as I'm walking out the front door, a quick rub of the mint with one finger and ah! Blissful aroma!
My poor basil plant got its wish and was moved to the great outdoors, where I am praying it will flourish next to its more generously endowed sibling. Meanwhile, I carefully dug out a small peppermint plant - this one is your usual, run-of-the-mill peppermint - potted it, and brought it to my kitchen windowsill. I learned from my gardening book that thyme and peppermint don't need a lot of TLC. In other words, if I forget to water them for a month (I HAVE been known to test my plants' patience by forgetfully withholding water for days...), they'll be fine. Perfect! I love having green stuff in the apartment, so while I'm not using an awful lot of peppermint yet, I'm hoping its soothing aroma will begin to permeate my kitchen.
Enough words. My brain is tired.