They said, “Grow mint—it’s easy! It grows like a weed!” And I believed them. I really did. But here I am, yet again, with a tea glass of half-dying mint sprigs, questioning my place in the gardening world.
To be fair, I’ve tried. More than once, and for many years now. I’ve picked up promising pots from nurseries, the kind that look all lush and hopeful in their tiny black containers. I’ve “rescued” mint bundles from the grocery store, optimistically trimming the ends and tucking them into soil like some plant whisperer. And this time, I went all-in on the water rooting method. Simple, right? Just pop the stems in a glass of water and wait for magic to happen.
Nine days in, and there was some magic—tiny roots unfurling, a sign of life. I got excited. But slowly, the top leaves started browning, one by one, like they were politely bowing out. The roots still remain but the stem is now tinged brown and flopped over. It’s like watching a slow-motion heartbreak in a tea glass.
Still, not all hope is lost. A few sprigs are holding on like tiny green warriors. They haven’t given up, and I suppose I shouldn’t either.
I’ve realized gardening, even at this micro level, is humbling. There’s so much trial and error, so much waiting and wondering. And in a weird way, this stubborn little mint is teaching me patience. Maybe that’s the point? Not everything green grows easily—at least not in my kitchen.
For now, I’ll change the water, offer gentle encouragement (and maybe some indirect sunlight), and keep cheering on the survivors. If even one sprig thrives, I’ll call it a win. And if not? Well, there’s always next weekend—and more mint at the grocery store.
Thanks for reading.
