I put some of the white sage outside to harden off, which caused some that I thought was not going to sprout to sprout so I put all of the seedlings and potential seedlings outside.
Lesson one of the white sage–it’s hard to get started from seed.
Lesson two–it really likes to be hot.
I really need to just put it in the ground and let it go. As you recall, my plan is to put it up near the house, hoping that my terrible insulation will help it weather our Tennessee winters when it’s more used to near desert conditions. Though deserts get cold. The thing I’m more worried about is, though the bed I’m sticking them in is the best drained bed I have, I’m not sure if it constitutes “well-drained” since I live in a bog, as evidenced by all my crawdads.
Lord almighty, crawdads are another thing about the South that confuses me, right up there with squirrels. Southern squirrels are small. I haven’t tried to eat one, but I’m going to guess that, if you weren’t big into offal, you might need two, two-and-a-half southern squirrels to make a meal. Midwestern squirrels, by comparison, are enormous. One would do you right up.
And yet, which region eats squirrels?
And crawdads. It would take you all week to get enough crawdads for a meal. And yet, people still do.
Let that be a lesson to you–do not fuck with Southerners and their food, because they are patient and can kill and eat anything.
So, yes, the white sage. I’m going to put it in the garden, possibly tonight, and just let nature take its course.
Unless it rains. Probably not going to garden in the rain.
But get this crap! I hope it rains because the Butcher just put his cacti outside for the summer, as is his way, and he told me that he basically hasn’t watered them all winter.
I’m surprised they didn’t rise up and kick his butt.