This darling mint I clipped from J’s garden is putting down roots, in its jar in the kitchen. I love how life struggles forward.
“Let’s jump over this huge river,” I said to Ming. It was a tiny creek at this property we’re staying at, in Arizona. “Needs some mint, planted on the bank. That’s what I would do–plant mint, here. That’s the kind of prank I like.” I decided–I’m not a prankster. But if I was going to… Read More »