Muck…I grew on a mint farm whose soil is “muck”. For those who don’t know what it looks like, check out this picture posted. We were planting and I must have stepped on something. But, muck is dark and rich. And when it’s dry, it slips through your toes and tickles. When it’s wet it, it grabs you and medicates your feet. It energizes. I have walked through the muck in the spring, in the winter, summer and fall. It always brings a smile to my face just saying the word muck! I have been thinking of developing a “special” product from just my minty muck travels. In my mind and imagination, it is a huge success.
But, lately… the phrase “mucky muck” comes to mind instead. For now, it best describes the financial situation of this farm I love. We are three months away from losing it all. By June 1st and no later than July 15th we WILL HAVE to sell JUST (2) barrels of mint oil, which weigh 4oo pounds each in order to redeem the farm back.