I cleverly planted the peppermint and the lemon balm in an isolated corner of the yard, hemmed in by sidewalks. They can duke it out for domination of the yard-corner, and get mowed if they pop up elsewhere.
MINT DUEL TO THE DEATH
Perhaps concrete can contain them.
Yesterday, I saw a bird of prey being harassed by a crow, and I was intrigued, because I did not recognize its silhouette or colors. A little internet research reveals that it was a black buzzard, a bit of an erratic for my neighborhood--we more usually get the turkey buzzards around here.
So that was a nifty thing.
In a minute here I need to go brazen it out with Chapter 22. As you may have gathered, I am avoidant.
But Chapter 22 needs to die today.