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So...

Motherwort to hold us.

I want motherwort in front garden. It's sometimes called Lion's Tail, I think. It's a wild mint-family plant with pinky-purple flower stalks and sharp-toothed leaves. It grows all over the place. It has anti-anxiety properties, is an anti-coagulant (so, if you're at risk for blood clots as well as panic attacks, this might be a good one for you), and is apparently good for fertility? Or maybe not? I'm not sure...
I'd also like to grow skullcap (like motherwort, it has anti-anxiety properties - it's also, iirc, shade-lfriendly AND it has pretty BLUE flowers, which I want more of!)

The big, spikey plant that's taken up residence in the front corner of my garden is, aparently, Viper's Bugloss and is a relative of borrage (so: Yay, food for bees!). You can make a red (ish?) dye from the (very, very deep) tap root. Associated with frost giants and other weather-people? Iiiiinteresting.


I need to go and do the laundry. It's just past 1:30. Need to strip the bed, sort the wash, figure out what gets washed vs what is going to have to wait. I think I have enough for three washes + an hour of dryer time, but I need to check that. Better, if I can fit things into two.

Power Exchange Stuff: Learning new things about stearing my Horse. More than two things on a to-do-list is overwhelming and she'll stall into inaction, dig her heels in, go and hide in her hobbies. We shall see if sticking to a Two Things rule will help on the Getting Shit Done front. <*fingers crossed*>

Also, while in TO, we took a walk through the Church street park to see the AIDS Memorial.

There were only about twelve women's names among hundreds. Despite knowing that mouth/vagina and fingers/vagina sex are classified as "low risk", that still surprised me.

Some of the names weren't legal names. A set of initials. A nickname, like "Davey", written in quotation marks. The kind of names that suggested their families-of-origin has so abandoned them that they wouldn't even acknowledge the ashes.

There were butterflies (black and yellow and orange and brown) amid the roses.

There was a fruit tree hanging low over the stones. It looked like blackberries, but on a tree instead of on cains.

Google suggests that what I saw was a black mulberry tree.

I don't know if it was chosen on purpose, or if it just happened to grow there, but I looked up "the language of trees" and found this:

Patience
Wisdom
Star-crossed lovers united in death
And this:
"I will not survive you".

In-which I respond to Torrain's post about Titillesbians by linking you to my external blog where my actual response is located. ;-)

Dangerous Women Post Here.