So, there I was having a cup of herbal tea—I only ever drink herbal tea—when I lament that it may very well be the last cup made with fresh herbs from my garden. Then a few days later while checking to see if I can glean some seeds from the butterfly bush, when I find some fresh-as-a-daisy spearmint growing where I thought I had weeded it out. Don’t you know, I wasn’t at all disappointed that my weeding was for nothing. I now has enough mint for several more cups of yummy fresh from the garden herbal tea. Ain’t life in a garden grand?