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I can’t find the post, but one of the peeps I’m following said that you’ll know when to water a basil when it gets sassy. Which I really like how they phrased it. Cause Sassy plants like that will let you know when they have a thirst. Unlike succulents, who you’ll take care of for ages not knowing how it’s feeling, and you’ll pat yourself on the back because you’re taking such good care of this bastard of a plant that supposed to be easy and well behaved. Then one day it’s halfway to the River Styx with it’s gold coin in hand while you are frantically trying to figure out why it’s chatting with its favorite Psychopomp. Did it have to much water? Not enough water? Is it the Sun? Did it fall? Was it the cat? Who The Fuck Knows? While my Oxalis just behaves so nicely, he droops if his thirst is extreme, I take care of him and in return I get burst of these tiny white flowers every now and then. Which is why I’ve had him for three years. (I found it! It was gallusrostromegalus who had that post)

So I'm sitting here eating my grapes.  As I bite into one expecting a burst of sweetness and juice, the duality of satisfying both hunger and thirst. And this grape, this tiny imbecile of a fruit, exploded its sticky sweet blood onto my entire front.

I don’t know which side wants the big hat, the southern side or the witchy one.