My little cutting has grown into this (yay!):
In October, while Nathan was out of town on business, I roped my dad into helping me with a major landscaping project. Our front flower beds were horrendous, mostly because nothing would grow well because of poor soil (lots and lots and lots of clay). So Dad and I rented a tiller and bought truckloads of compost and mulch (literally--"truckloads," plural). And we spent all four hours of our tiller rental doing serious manual labor. In the rain. Truly, the last time I worked that hard was when I was actually in labor. We--and the driveway--were covered in mud by the end of it all. It was major. In a nutshell, we tilled everything to loosen the soil, pulled out rocks and old roots, dug out a certain amount of "bad" soil, then tilled in some compost and fertilizer. Now, that sounds simple, but it involved lots of hard work. The next day, we went through and planted my new azaleas, seasonal flowers, and my Meyer lemon tree. Then, later, I mulched the flower beds and my garden.
Because we started with a clean slate only a few weeks ago, and because of a generous layer of mulch, there haven't been many weeds. But the other day, as I was walking by, I stooped down and pulled a little sprig of green that was poking through. As soon as I pulled it, I thought, "Hmm. That kind of looked like mint." I sniffed my fingers. Sure enough, it was. Only it wasn't in the spot where the plant had been. It was a few feet away. I looked more closely, and I noticed a few more sprouts, spread all around.
Oh no.
Oh yes. Basically, I did not pull up my mint thoroughly enough, so when we went through and tilled and redistributed the dirt, etc., basically what we did was to chop it into tiny little pieces and plant them all throughout my flower bed.
We are probably going to have a particularly minty summer, y'all.
