Willow and I hiked straight down a bank to get to a small pond. She enjoys fetching sticks in the water. While walking the edge I smelled spearmint. It was in flower and surrounded the small lake. I picked a handful for Lisa who was watching and waiting for us from the trail on top. The going back up was a lot harder than sliding down. Willow was dry by the time Lisa greeted us. Out of breath I handed her a handful of wilted leaves. A sad gift I suppose, but Lisa has never faulted me for not bringing diamonds. Lisa wrapped the mint in a wet cloth and brought the fragrant foliage home and put it in a mason jar.