The mint has to go. It’s appeared in poems and songs. . .but now it has become an invasive species. As Rob and I dug and pulled these stubborn far-reaching plants with their spindly strong vine-root systems, I said my good-byes and thank-you’s. But I want my sandy beach back. Something about mint and sand and water; a perfect storm of sorts. Still, we enjoyed the physical labor and the rewards of a job well done. So much better than a gym. Working hard at a job that needs doing.
Speaking of storms, how are all of you who live in Hurricane Sandy’s path doing?