The morning we were leaving we stopped at the hospital to visit with Granny and say goodbye to everyone. It ended up being kind of a stressful day and we stayed longer than we had intended.
By the time we got back to the car, the poor mint had dried up. By the time we got home 11 hours later, it looked like a potted stick
I planted it anyway, since I hear its hard to kill, I thought maybe it would come up next year.
Now, just a few weeks later it has sprouted new leaves and is on its way to recovery. Soon I'll put it in the ground.
I was thinking about expounding on one of the various metaphors for life I could draw from this little experience, but I'll let you draw your own. I'm just enjoying my new little plant.