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Plants and planets (2)

GAWK up there and see. See two heavenly bodies seem to be on a retreat—quicksilver Mercury and jovial Jupiter.

Mercury’s pullback move on March 3 can cause communications, floppy disks and commutes to go awry until the 25th and until then we’ll likely be missing some quick thinking, wit, iron-clad logic and sane reasoning. Jupiter’s backing up that began March 5 lasts a mere four months—we’ll sure miss the energies that bring good luck, higher learning, and great wealth.

The biggest planet rules expansion, leaders and finances. Never mind if those leaders go into pratfalls and pitfalls during a backward Jupiter, which also rules thinkers— the Department of Justice top honcho did say his men are still keeping tabs on media people who won’t pull their punches at Palace denizens, did he not? Credit such lapse on whatever Mercury and Jupiter rules to both planets’ backward move. We’d opt for that view. It’s impolite to say there can be senile consistency to lapses in mental synapses.

Let’s do a mundane aside. Our opinion-makers (may their diatribe increase) have struck it clear like a bell. Media loudmouths aren’t out to shout down or infect the entire government system with diaper rash or scabies. They’re neither famished to knead democracy into sour dough and feed on it nor keen to set up a council of elders, gather a pack of pigs to the feeding toughs for mouthfuls of billions in pork barrel. Like the majority of the Filipino populace—and there were several surveys done in the last few months that can sound out the people’s collective fart—they want the current Malacañang tenant out. No single person can be the embodiment of the national government. Not one person comprises the entirety of the executive branch of government. Why, the current top Palace tenant’s just someone up the high roost. Buzzards and vultures also appropriate high roosts for themselves, don’t they?

A Jupiter retro move sometimes cause kinks in cash flow, even currency to soften in the money market and those on lose-weight diets to shed off pounds, sterling included. But it’s opportune time to let go of old hurts, resentments, rancor, and unwanted commuters that ride—a lot of ‘em can inhabit-- one’s mind.

There are plants under Jupiter’s rule—and the planet’s apparent retreat somehow affects their health: bell pepper, carnation, carrot, coconut, corn, garlic, ginger, and mint, to name some that can be grown hereabouts. I’ll wait out the four months before sowing some of these.

Let’s just say a household garden can be a wee picture of the solar system. Each planet can impart its quaint energies, maybe powers, to a list of plants. In the eyes of a child of the universe, a collection of plants can be a gathering of the forces of the cosmos.

Or on a less ambitious vein, a garden represents a writer’s anthology—the Greek word for anthology literally means, “a collection of blooms.”

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