"Of course I'm a Dark Witch - look at my Garden"

“Of Course I’m a Dark Witch—Look at My Garden.”

Oh, welcome to my garden — where nothing is just herbs and flowers, hunny.

This is where deals are made. This is where luck is planted and curses grow like ivy.

Walk around.

That patch of basil?

It’s been whispered over so many times it practically hums when I brush past it.

Those black roses? Let’s just say they bloom best under a full moon... and after a particularly satisfying hex.

And yes — that vine-covered trellis over there?

Money spells.

I tie my wishes to those vines and watch them wind and twist and choke out doubt.

Now I know some of you are thinking,

"But I have no garden, DarkLady! I live in an apartment!"

Oh, hunny.

A single jar of herbs on your counter.

A potted plant in your window.

A glass of water charged with your intent.

THAT is your garden.

Tend it well.

It will serve you better than any neighbor’s gossip.

So when they ask you why your basil grows so lush —

Why your mint is practically invading your kitchen —

And why your lavender smells just a little too intoxicating—

Smile sweetly and say:

"Oh, it’s because I feed it with shadows and luck. But tell me... what do you feed yours?"

Now go, my wicked gardeners.

Plant.

Speak.

Water.

Weave.

And may your harvests be rich and slightly terrifying.

Join me in the garden at DarkWitchery.com — the greenhouse is open, the shadows are thriving, and the spells are always growing.

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, hunny. You don’t want to miss what’s blooming next.

Darklady