Minstantaneous. I know. It’s not a word. But it should be! You know what I’m talking abut. It’s that moment when you look in your garden and realize that the mint has instantaneously taken over. No more sage, rosemary or thyme. Well, they are still there, just buried underneath the mint. I know that everyone says that mint is invasive, but with a little plucking at the beginning of the…
“This is my rutabaga…It’s very special to me…” this pronouncement from 7 year-old Joe, one of my 2nd grade boys, made in the usual trailing interrogatory prosody of “sharing time,” our version of show-and-tell. The typical array of items carried carefully into school by the hands of doting parents or shoved in the bottom of backpacks ranges from trophies and vacation pictures and art projects to more exotic artifacts like…