L' AIR DU MENTHE

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. 

Love, 

Rebecca

P.S. That minty pesto turned out delicious

- recommend it! 

(I think I ended up using about half and half of basil & mint.)