So it seemed like such a small, achievable goal:
grow a bunch of mint so we can have minty iced tea all summer long.
After living in Maine where our friend Ingrid had a ton of mint growing which she kindly allowed (or rather encouraged) us to help her use up, we became addicted to homemade iced tea and fresh picked mint in our spring rolls, and homemade iced tea (in homemade mojitos
). Well, it;s true, whatever else we use it for iced tea is the main priority on hot summer days.
And the allowing/encouraging bring me why I thought this goal achievable- Mint is a weed. A tasty tasty weed, but a weed nonetheless. A fast growing one at that (or is that true of all weeds?)
what could be easier.
oh.my.goodness.
So our friends gladly gave us like half a dozen of their mint stalks (weeds?plants? stalks, I dunno, I am new to this) and some nice soil and sent us packing. We gleefully transplanted these stalks to a dirt covered part of our yard about 1 foot or so in from the end of the grass near a fence. we watered it. We threw some other compost and stuff we used in our container planters in their direction for extra luck.
we waited anxiously for it to seem healthy enough to start picking it’s minty goodness.
Then the neighbor happened. The neighbor who graciously swaps housecleaners from our landlady to mow our lawn.
and.our. mint.
grrrrr
I was grumpy. I mean it was clearly a foot in from the grass,I shouted. But mint is a weed and luke pointed out there are other (not so tasty)weeds in that general area,which probably means the mint didn’t stand out, and he was right, and so I got over it.
and planted more mint. cause we had more and it was growing fine in the container, but I wanted, say, ALOT more.
this time luke put up some sturdy sticks around the mint.
and the next time the neighbor mowed, his lawn-mower-with-wood-chipping-action mowed the mint and sticks over. again.
grrr
so the friends brought us more mint. I mean it’s a weed for goodness sake and they started with one measly mint stalk and got a whole side yard full. They left it on our front porch and luke joked we better hide it from the neighbors weed whacker.
ha ha ha ha ha. but seriously, I was nervous.
So again, I transplant, I put up little chunks of wood and this time I haphazardly put some string across the front of the area with the mint, and I tied the string to the wood sticks.
I meant to get around to labeling it, but um, I forgot. but really, the string drapped across the front seemed telling and helpful. Also some of the older mint was regrowing nicely and I felt triumphant ( as triumphant as a person growing a flipping weed can feel).
and then he mowed it down. AGAIN. AND, adding injury to insult even pushed our picnic table ON TOP OF the mint area to mow where the table had been.
WHAT ON EARTH?!!!
So after considering retaliating (how? not sure, probably egging or something), volunteering to mow for him (um with what mower?and wow, that sounds like…work, work which would keep us from the beach, ewww) and being generally grumpy, I decided to really make a mint garden.
Make (a) mint (garden) and not war.
So we dug three holes, filled them with the same vermiculite, peat moss and compost combo in our containers, grabbed one of the two containers of mint that was still growing and threw the nice soil from our friends in the mix too and transplanted yet another batch of mint.
But this time we also cleared out other non-tasty weeds and were extra gentle w/ the mint. The kids were totally into the event. We found some scap wood bits and a sharpie and wrote mint all over them. We made a wooden fence in front of the mint w/ the labeled wood interspersed with “planted” sticks to make a little protective stick fence.
all this to grow a weed. because the mint iced tea (and mojitos) are really worth it.
ta-da:

not the best photography ever (happens when you’re also holding a baby on your hip, but three groupings of mint, and 3 labeled sticks in front a one large “labeled”(scribbled by Ollie) stick in the rear. If you look close you can see some of the smaller sticks in between.
Then it was time to go inside drink cold lemonade and start a batch of mint iced tea (from the mint in the other container we didn’t rob of it’s mint stalks….).
summer is good times.