If not to smell mint?

Yesterday the plant came home from the grocery store in plastic.  Last night a pouring rain beat it down.  Later this summer I will try to establish this out in the yard.

I live among pines.  While I don’t know the history of this land, my guess is that this entire street was someone’s farm.  Once farming ceased, pines were either started, or they simply took over.  Then the land was sold.  Homes were built.

Years ago I read The One Straw Revolution, by Masanobu Fukuoka.  I am starting to think that his approach should be my approach to gardening.  Just try planting stuff. See what actually grows.

Instead of imposing my will by creating a garden, sew seeds in the woods and observe what grows.  Don’t work too hard.  Don’t work against nature.  Learn to work with it.  Fukuoka found that certain radishes did well on his forest/farm.  Maybe I’ll start there.