As much as I like to think of myself as an individual, there are some stereotypes that I easily fall into, and as a woman in her thirties, I own a lot of plants. I don’t know when it became a thing to own plants, Instagram maybe, but it’s one trend I’m definitely on board with. I love nature and would love a garden, or even a balcony, but alas, I have to put all my precious greenery on my window sills. It really brings me a lot of joy to see them around the house, like having a little bit of the outside, in.
It’s a great ambition of mine to grow my own herbs and vegetables, and although I have a little basil plant, I’ve not had much success with anything else. I’ve tried to replant mint and thyme (two of my most used herbs) after letting cuttings sprout, but it always ends up withering away. I’ve never planted a seed before, but there’s something nicely symbolic about doing it in Spring, where new life is popping up all around. Also, it might finally provide me with an endless supply of mint for my tea.
My mint seeds were packed in some strange paper, with instructions to soak it overnight. When I came to it in the morning, the paper had separated and the seeds loosened. I don’t know what purpose the paper has to be honest, but I diligently put my soil over the top of it, and I’m now ready and eager to watch for any signs of life growing. First the sourdough starter, now the mint seeds – I think I need a pet.
Hopefully, I can be doing my new things in a few months with a cup of fresh mint tea in my hand, but until then, I’ll be watching and waiting, to see if I’ve managed to create life on my window sill.
New Day, New Thing 