To me, it's a lumpy old plant with woody stems that split - grow top heavy - and fall over sideways - revealing dull and dusty underskirts with spiders in.
But, suddenly, I am tantalised by the idea that White Sage might be a dangerous hallucinogen! (Californian!) I could pack it in bundles and sell it to shady characters! They would give me lots of money for it! I'd be rich!
Would the lady in the back street bookshop be my agent? (I wondered.)
If she were my agent, would she stop threatening me with flattened geranium flowers? (I wondered.)
I'll never find out.
My Sage is boring old cottage-garden sage with woody stems and dusty underskirts and spiders - and the man who comes to read the gas metre says it gets in his way. (Huh!)
I'll have to look for another way to make a fortune.
PLANTS WHICH WERE THERE UNTIL THEY WERE STEPPED ON:-
1. More Hollyhocks
2. Californian Poppies
3. The beginnings of a Holly Hedge
4. Mock Orange.
I remember making a fuss at the garden centre; insisting they find me a Philadelphus Coronarius Aureus because I liked the golden leaves.
But why? The ground would have been too dry. If Robert, Ceres and Caddis hadn't landed on the poor little plant when they swung off the lamp-post, it would have died anyway.
I said - "It's too far. We'd never get there and back in a day."
Ming said - "Surely Hereford isn't more distant than Mars?"
I said - "It is in a rickshaw!"