In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Regrettably, we won't be making ritual love in the newly-planted garden either. (Neighbors again.) Indoor love will just have to do. For those not so constrained, however, a reminder: planting is specifically the time to (in the colorful old Hebrew phrase) "spill your seed upon the ground."
After all, this one's for Earth.
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