Things we like to see:
> Damn, You are SO Good!
Ain’t that just the sweetest comment? Bet she tells all the guys that.
For many months, maybe longer, I’ve tried, unsuccessfully to get rosemary to grow in my garden. The story is, the plant was from my aunt’s garden, and it was planeted by Pa Wetzel in front of the old homestead, the house I basically grew up in. Since it was out by the curb, Ma Wetzel was sure that every dog in the neighborhood came by and peed on that plant.
Old family joke.
Then, starting this year, I kept getting cuttings and rootings and whatever-ings, trying to get the legacy rosemary to grow. I’ve carried home six different pots of rosemary. So far, two have survived my inattention. One is inside, one is outside. One from each batch survived thus far.
It was probably the wrong phase of the moon, but I just had that sense that I needed to transfer one barely thriving rosemary to a larger pot. When I upended the pot, that poor little plant was root-bound.
Cool. Hope it likes its new home.
Sagittarius readings, all day, all night. Pretty weird how that happens. Looking at a chart I’d prepared, maybe a week ago, I realized what was up: Mars. Or even better? Mars slash Uranus slash the Moon. All stacked up. At a strong angle to Mr. Saturn, over yonder in Cancer.