My carefully nurtured, started-from-seed, sweetgrass was moved from the pot, where it could not survive the winter, to the earth, where it might. The pot was a tangled mass of roots, but, wielding Excalibur, I sliced segments out and interred them in the homeland. Here’s hoping the effort begun almost a year ago will carry over into the year to come, and that over time, sweetgrass will be readily available to anyone who might want some.

Yesterday, about this time, the wave of anguish rolling around the world washed over here. Not only was RBG a marvelous human, but her passing added to the long list calamities our star-crossed country is experiencing right now. If I were a religious person I’d pray that the USA can make it out of this nightmare alive.