The smell of mint is one of the strongest memories I have. I know, it's weird, but I remember being really little, and going to my grandma's house at about four in the morning because my mom had to work, and my dad wasn't there. I remember I would always go inside and sleep for about an hour, and when I would wake up my grandma would be outside working in her garden. Her garden has always been the most beautiful, peaceful place. I would look out the window to make sure she was there, and I would open the door, and run across the wet grass, and give her a huge hug and then I would walk through her garden smelling everything. Every flower, and every herb. The smell of mint was always my favorite, probably because whenever it was the right season, I would help her make mint jelly, and grape juice with mint and grapes from her garden. It is one of the best memories I have.