Yes, gardens have a way of inciting colorful language, for sure. Remember when mojitos were all the rage? We thought we’d grow a little mint, picturing tall sweaty glasses of crinkling ice, rum, and mint on the patio, all the neighbors in awe of our mojito ability. Instead I spent most of my free time that summer attempting to control the mint that was making its way completely across the garden. We drank the rum straight that year.

Loved the story. I’m awaiting seed catalogs so I can start dreaming of exotic melons with the anti-aging ability of a vampire.