Mint always fascinates me....
My great grandfather lived in Cornwall back in the early 50's and was an avid veg grower, but in addition he had a bed of spearmint. As his health deteriorated he was forced to move to North London to be cared for, and my grandmother decided to bring a couple of clumps of the mint back with her. After my great grandfather eventually passed away, my grandmother moved from North London to Hertfordshire, then to the Essex coast and eventually because my grandfather had died and she was ageing, back to North London. Each time she moved she brought a couple clumps of the same spearmint with her. She also had a bed of mint that faithfully returned to lush vegetation each year.
Since then my grandmother has also passed on and after deciding to downsize my parents moved into my grandmother's property. I took a couple of clumps to my house around 20 years ago, but rather than let it run wild as it does, planted them in pots. Each of my 3 children have their own gardens and have plants taken from our pots, and my mother's bed continues to flourish.
Over 60 years and still going strong.....that wonderful smell of spearmint freshly crushed between the fingers, always makes me feel hungry.
All of this, for me, is a bit like a family tree
Originally Posted by: llamedos