When we inherrited the garden the mint had been left to go mad in amoungst the wild strawberries. When we dug over that bed, we dug up some to put elsewhere and dug the rest out. Ha - so much for Olivers efforts as not only is it back (which smells great with the strawbs incidently) but it has also sneaked under the path and is shooting up in the gravel border we put down alongside the conservatory. I do wonder that if I cut it back if it will eventualy make its way into the kitchen - how handy would that be!
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