if I had a hammer
May 09, 2006
If I had a time machine, I wouldn't do anything big with it. No spying on Jesus. No poisoning Hitler. All I would do -- and I can't see how it would alter the fabric of the space-time continuum so you might as well just give me the time machine already -- is travel back to the day that the previous owner of my house thought it would be a fine idea to plant mint in the back yard.
I am now on a mission to kill it all, lest it continue taking over what little yard we actually have. Frickin' mint.
I must admit, however, that it smells awfully yummy when you rip it out by its evil, evil roots. Yummy...and eeeevil.
Because a deadline that I'd actually managed to forget about has reared its nasty little head (which looks a lot like mint, come to think of it), the long knitting post I had planned will have to wait.
In lieu, two links:
First, what I plan to do with my kids' old clothes when I have some free time. Stop laughing. Stop it.
Second, from the folks who bring you Cook's Illustrated, a site about stopping junk food in schools. Don't get me wrong -- I'm not anti-junk food and enjoy a good ding-dong every now and again. But I don't think your average kid should have unlimited access to it.
Yes, well, I've saved up all of my old t-shirts which say thing such as "WARC 90.3 FM" in order to make a similar quilt. With bigger squares, of course. In my copious free time. Laugh, go ahead. I dare you!
Posted by: PL | May 09, 2006 at 04:44 PM
With the mint? When you pull it up, boil a big double handful in water until you have a strong mint tea. Strain, freeze in ice cube tray and use in your water glass during the heat of summer.
All of a sudden, you won't hate the mint so much.
Posted by: Juno | May 10, 2006 at 02:20 PM
My mint knows its place now that I have installed a semi-subterranean fence made out of the sides of old plastic milk bottles. It still occasionally finds its way through cracks, but it's not too hard to deal with a couple of escapees once or twice a year.
Posted by: nerak | May 10, 2006 at 05:55 PM
I don't hate mint per se. It certainly has its place -- tea, lamb, toothpaste. I will have to try the water thing, tho, thanks. What I hate is the fact that it knows no boundaries and is taking over the garden. That is making me crabby. In fact, once I manage to get all of today's desk work done, I must go rip some more. Woo.
And, nerak, what have you planted this year? And will there be more plum jam?
Posted by: Adrienne | May 11, 2006 at 01:16 PM
For sure, it is a garden thug.
Smells better than the pizen ivy, tho.
Posted by: Juno | May 12, 2006 at 10:51 AM