Oh, look - more photos of Sara's windows! Bet you're so glad you used the energy to click on over here, right? Well, today's occasion is that I'm now the proud owner of some plant babies. Last weekend, Bo and I wandered through the garden department at Lowe's. Which is to say that I spend an inordinate amount of time touching the plants, smelling their leaves, soaking up the fresh air, and quietly whining that I don't have the money or time to bring home truckloads of them.
I finally settled on some herbs and a window box for my kitchen window. I chose them based on smell. (This is the part where Bo chimes in that I'm forever lifting items up to my face to smell them.) (It's true. I do.) Buying a mint plant was a no-brainer and only took me half a second to snatch one up for our cart. Mint always, always, always reminds me of summers in Washington state at my grandparents' house. That region is covered in crops, and when we were younger, there were mint fields as far as the eye could see. In the warm evenings, the farmers would harvest the mint, filling the valley with the most amazing scent. Just the smell of the leaves makes my soul happy.