daily haiku
odor of comfort
the smell of mint from my tea
memories of you
Gardening in this arid area is difficult to begin with, but when your well gives you methane water full of salts, that complicates the issue. Over the years I have planted many beautiful annuals and perrenials and lost them to climate or water, and now work with the survivors - daylilies, russian sage, meadow sage and mint.
Today's photo shows dead mint against yesterday's snow. If you crush the leaves between your fingers, the sweet aroma is still there. And so it is with our memories. Death takes the living but the sweetness remains.
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