Thanks to St. Johnswort, not to mention stress-B Vitamin water. And, about that Boneset. Heh. I think it's alive. First the dogs trampled it; it struggled back to life. Then the dogs ate it; it sprouted elsewhere. Then I accidentally beheaded the plant while weeding; I tucked the severed stem under the soil, hoping that it would root. Well, that segment is still green, if terribly limp. It's been about 2 weeks and it's *still* green.
I have dug up an escaped comfrey for Hallie's mom, Marietta.
I have decided that the quince must go. A supposed ornamental, it blooms just once for a short time in April. After that, enormous growth ensues, thorny ebullient growth of an unattractive kind. Which entails getting mightily scratched up to inhibit with pruning shears. So of course, I want to replace it with another rampant grower: (what else?) elderberry. Another word for elderberry is Ruis. Naturally, I should have one as She is my guardian plant and witch name. She is a native plant, will provide mucho wildlife shelter and food in my yard, and I can make elderflower water and elderberry wine!
The funny thing is that, this year, in a last gasp attempt to show its usefulness, my quince has put forth about two dozen quinces -- completely unprecedented. In the past, it's never borne more than 5 or 6. Must research some recipes.
Sweet grass is bending down low and starting to turn yellow. Truly an indication that Mabon is near...
One thing I really regret is that the bank not only absconded with my separate account (our "emergency fund") but a large chunk of Sian's too, since Beth was a signer on that account. Ouch. What lame parents we are. I've started to replace the money. Poor girl, I *hate* to add fuel to her worries.
Also, more bad news: our Chestnut jumped off the porch and bit a passer-by yesterday. What a shock. I cried for two hours afterwards, fearing that the police would be arriving. Thankfully, she didn't seem to really hurt the man -- altho he was understandably angry -- and no police came. Chessy now has an appointment with a dog trainer who specializes in aggressive dogs and it doesn't sound like it'll be too terribly expensive. I liked the woman's attitude, not at all blaming.
Sheesh, when it rains, it pours. I can't help wondering if our high level of tension and worry are affecting her.