The mint is waiting. Waiting for a day, perhaps two months from now, when she can once again taste spring rains and send up shoots to wave in spring breezes. She dreams of minty leaves on stalks reaching over 24 inches toward the sky, and little purple blossoms that will be visited by bees.
Beautiful, well worded mom!
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