Houseplants

While playing ukulele this morning, I watched my spearmint plant. I'd bought it down in Las Cruces in April 2020.

It was just a wee thing when I got it, just one of those tiny Bonnie brand garden-starter plants. I threw it into a small pot and hoped it would grow.

When I went back to Colorado for the summer, it rode with me.

Riding south to New Mexico and then west along 10 toward Arizona, I almost killed it. It had been sitting at the front of the RV, too near one of the heater vents. Scorched leaves.

Surprisingly, the little spearmint rebounded in Lake Havasu City.

Now, it's here in Utah, on a gloomy, rainy morning, reaching toward the light of the window.