I've been gardening for a few years. I grew a lot of herbs, some tomatoes and peppers. Fresh herbs make food taste sooooooooooo good.
Anyway, I've burned sage the last two harvests of my garden, thru the entire house. Sadly, I won't garden this year, unless my hubby puts up a privacy fence between us and one of our neighbors yards.
I love the lady next door, but her son is like 40 or something and he moved back in with mommy after his last relationship. I swear the fucking asshole has a tracker on my ass. EVERY TIME I go outside, here he comes with a beer and cigarette and tells me everything I'm doing wrong and how I should do it.
One day, the guy had to the nerve to eavesdrop on me recording myself singing and playing guitar IN MY FUCKING HOUSE. Later that night he came over to tell me what I was doing wrong. Then he tried to kiss me on my neck, with my husband in the next room awake. I booted that fuck so quick.
One day a moving truck showed up and I thought he was leaving! Nope, they were picking up his ex-girlfriend's shit from the garage.

(She is so lucky.)
If Yummy will get me a privacy fence, I will garden and burn sage in the fall.