And once again it is proved beyond doubt that Venus in my chart is crasser far than love or art - a call from a friend with an invitation to go and dig up some of her trailing rosemary I lust after led to a couple of hours of wrestling with clay-mired mint roots - and I mean wrestling - so I could plant the rosemary in its place.
The first warm and non-windy day of the year - and as of Sunday the sun up until 7:30. Hallelujah!
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