minty raze scotch mints in a pressed glass bowl with scalloped edges. that's the sense_memory i always circle back to. the taste of time slouching away from me in a house that still echoes with the sluggish stride of angry ghosts and fainter footfalls from still-living brutes i watched rot from the inside out. 220903 ... kerry it's been hard to grow much in the garden beds this summer--too hot, and the soil is shitty, decades old probably, full of teeny shards of glass (perhaps a second story window broke years ago?) and dried out peach pits. i heard somewhere, sometime, from someone, a warning not to plant mint in the ground, just keep it in a pot because it's invasive and it'll take over. my mint plant hadn't been doing well so i took some cuttings and put them in water in shot glasses on the kitchen windowsill, and before long some scraggly little roots like old white hairs filled the bottoms of the glasses. i put them in the back, in the emptier bed mainly, by the rose bush that refuses to die. and despite the heat and my irregular watering, the mint is flourishing, with bright green leaves. i am hoping soon that the whole back patio will smell like mint. 220903 what's it to you? who go blather from