What Chidyke Said.
Spade up some grass. Fill a couple of pots. Head over to a community plot, or just create one on some unused land in your ’hood. It’s not too late
Lady, I love you.
Picture: Tarragon from my new herb bed.
TERF Wars and Trans-terrorism
8 years ago
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Long before I knew that I was a witch, I knew that I just couldn't live without daily communing with growing plants. The magick of putting a seed in the soil and loving it and being rewarded with bounty and beauty - color, fragrance, flavor, sustenance - is a spiritual high that's hard to beat.
And a pantry full of put-up produce makes it a lot easier to resist the insecurity and fear that corporate America likes to instill to keep us compliant.
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