I am falsely named, like my cousins the Purple Dead Nettle and Ground Ivy.
We are all mints, and just like your garden herbs, you can feel it in our square stems.
Bumblebees push their way in for nectar and, going by their humming, they approve.
Should you find me in your garden, take a few young leaves for salad. If I grow in number, I could spare you some flowers too. There is a hint of sweetness there. Come taste, discover what the bees have always known.