Elephant Mint

Roger loves mushy peas with plenty of butter and mint. So, the night before the trio of frosts, I happened upon a strange stem of mint. It is six times bigger than all of the surrounding plants and yet still delicate, not woody and tough. I am trying to get it to form roots and who knows; maybe I might make my fortune at the Farmer’s Markets?

I joked to my neighbour that this place was a ‘Findhorn’, with gigantic vegetables and kindly spirits that tend the crops. Until, I Googled references to Findhorn and all my memories of Psych 301 and Maslow’s theories bit me on the nose. I read in Frank MacHovec’s review, that the prefix ‘eco’, was considered a chameleon word and that new age theories had been responsible for the demise of folk attending churches and political forces existed in the community of Findhorn. Heavy stuff!

All very interesting - if existentialism is your bag.