Our mint is up.

Neil has begun the bed for the herb garden.  A bed for plants.  Plant bedding.  Garden shams and dirt ruffles.  Grass blankets.  Pillow moss.  House yellow and sky blue.  Oh, it is so nice to have a back yard.  In New York in early spring, I would open a window, stick out my head, close my eyes and pretend that I was not in the city.  The city matters, but it is also good to look at a tree, feel the grass and not hear any traffic.