The waft of mint takes me back to summer mornings
in grandma's garden.
She would tell me to rub the coarse leaves
between my fingertips
to release the fragrance
that she loved so much
(lavender being her other favourite).
And then, years later,
to velvety nights in the house in the hills we rented in Italy
the summer before last,
- we'd open wide the double doors leading to the balcony
after our escapades for the day,
and the marriage of sage, rosemary and mint
would hit you
like a fragrant herbal bomb.
Despite permanently loving a 'bland' palette
of muted whites, greys and beiges,
I seem to be regularly drawn to certain colours
that beckon for a miniature exploration.
Minty greens are on the tip of my tongue right now.
P.S. That minty pesto turned out delicious
- recommend it!
(I think I ended up using about half and half of basil & mint.)