So, someone mentioned June 7th astrology the other day, and you know me, I sometimes take a peek, more for entertainment than anything else. I think the gist was something about messages flying around, maybe some unexpected news, or things finally clicking into place. Classic Gemini season stuff, right? Always a bit chaotic, that time of year.
It got me thinking, not about anything happening right now, but about a June 7th from way back. Man, that was a day. It wasn’t exactly a Mercury retrograde disaster, but it felt pretty close at one point, all because of a simple message, or rather, the lack of one properly delivered.
The Great Tomato Plant Mix-Up
I was all set to pick up some special tomato plants. These weren’t just any old plants; they were from this old fella, a friend of my aunt’s, who lived a couple of towns over. He had these heirloom varieties, you know, the kind you can’t just buy anywhere. We’d arranged it all for June 7th. The plan was, if he wasn’t home, he’d leave them on his porch for me, with a little note.
So, I made the drive. It was one of those hot early June days. Found the house, no problem there. But when I got to the porch? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No plants, no note. Just an empty rocking chair staring back at me. I tell you, I was getting a bit steamed. I waited around for a bit, tried calling his number, but it went straight to voicemail. My whole morning, I thought, pretty much down the drain.
- I remember muttering to myself, “Yeah, ‘clear communication,’ astrology said. Right.”
- I even peeked over at the neighbor’s porch, half-expecting the plants to have magically teleported. Got a few funny looks for that, I can tell you.
- I was so close to just giving up and driving home in a huff.
But then, just as I was about to throw in the towel, his next-door neighbor, this lovely older lady, came out. She must have seen the look of utter defeat on my face. Turns out, Mr. Henderson, the plant guy, had completely forgotten about a doctor’s appointment he had that morning. Typical! He had, in fact, left the plants… but with HER, Mrs. Gable. Along with a very apologetic note for me and even a couple of extra seedlings to make up for the confusion. He just forgot the crucial step of telling me that the plants were with the neighbor.
So, that whole “message” thing the astrology hinted at? It wasn’t about my communication being super smooth. It was more about needing to find the message in a totally unexpected way, from someone I didn’t expect to talk to! Mrs. Gable was an absolute treasure. We ended up chatting for the longest time about gardening, and I swear I learned more from her in that one hour than from any book I’ve read. She had all the secrets.
So yeah, June 7th astrology. Sometimes it’s not predicting some massive cosmic event in your life. Sometimes it’s just a funny little reminder that life, and people, can be wonderfully unpredictable. You might expect one thing, and something completely different, often better, happens. You just have to be open to it, I guess. I still grow tomatoes every year from the descendants of those very plants, and every time I do, I think of Mr. Henderson’s forgetfulness and dear Mrs. Gable and that rather chaotic June 7th.
It’s funny, isn’t it, how certain dates or little prompts can just unlock these memories? I don’t seriously chart my course by the stars, not by a long shot. But these little reflections, these stories that pop up, well, sharing them is part of the fun of looking back.