
Plucked fresh from my sister garden, the leaves after rinsing were immediately ready for use.

Crushing the dry, browned leaves in our palms would leave you that refreshing Peppermint scent for hours...
God hath not promised skies always blue, flower-strewn pathways all our lives through.
But God hath promised strength for the day, rest for the labor, light for the way...
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