Mugwort's the name. Mugwort is an herb that no witches garden should be without. Cleanse your crystal ball or scrying mirror with a tea made from mugworts for a better view of the future. Or burn it on your alter before doing divinations, the incense will help clear the site. ...... o O o . o O o . o O o . o O o . o O o . o O o . o O o ..... They came to grandmothers door, those who called themselves the just and the holy. "We can see by your garden, Goody Poe, that you grow more than food for yourself. Belladonna. Wolfsbane. Hemlock. Wont you confess? It will make your death quick and painless." Grandmother ignored them and continued to stir the stew in her cauldron. "Tabby," She beckoned to me. "Fetch me the thyme." The disgruntled pastor continued. "Goodwife Poe, you are being accused of witchcraft by your townsfolk. have you nothing to say?" She looked up from the stew at them, as if they had just that second walked in. "Why hello there Fr'er Mather. Youre just in time for supper. Rest assured it'aint poisoned. I believe you know my granddaughter, Tabitha. And these..." She pointed to the animals sitting, glaring at the pastor with glowing eyes, waiting for a crumb to drop on the bare floor- "These are my imps..." oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo