Still waiting for my newest African violet to shape up, but it was cruelly yanked from an auntie's loving humidity cabinet and then thrown to sink or swim on my countertop.
hehe horsey
I have beef with him, tho TBF it's mostly CS Lewis's fault. Platonic ideals are social constructs, suck on that, fundagelicals who pretend to be intellectuals.
Who wants to go on a roadtrip to piss on said grave? Up yours, Plato.
I got into solarpunk mostly because I'm too butch for cottagecore, but I might be too granny to satisfy the punk requirements. I wanna stay on my couch and knit, you guys, I'm so tired.
Even if it's not unusual, it's still cool. I need a video essay, stat.
Strawberries is top of my list of things to start when I'm in a better situation to garden. Gotdamn squirrels got em when I tried before, and the maintenance guys just kicked over the barren-looking pots (tried to garden on the communal stoop since I don't have a balcony or private patio, did not work).
Look at that, they don't spend the majority of their lives grinding to keep capitalism afloat. Sounds nice.
This is the kind of thing I think about to get the useful bits out of the "touch grass" meme.
Unfortunately I'm not very good at it and time isn't real until the stores put out the commercialized holiday crap: It's only really summer when the 4th of July kitsch is put out on the shelves. It sucks and I want to be better about it.
I am a fan of replicas that I can put my grimy tourist hands all over.
Another reason to eat the rich: so they don't hoard culturally important shit.
I started with bamboo needles because I had a hard learning curve for knitting, but now that I've leveled up I'm thinking about getting a metal set, especially in the smaller sizes. I have hopes that it'll help my gauge issues, but chances are it won't help that much :(
My gesneriad gang made the commute to the kitchen bar top. I remembered where I stored the grow light but I can only find one of the heated cat beds. Send halp, there will be hissing and flexing
Inherited a set of these amber glass cups from my dude's great-grandma. I like them, they make me feel a little fancy, but I absolutely cannot gauge a steep color in these. I've got water as hardass as a Humphrey Bogart character, and it helps to glance at the color to see if I've got a decent steep, especially for herbal tisanes.
Welp.
Maybe I'm just a dirty tree-hugging hippie, but captive bred is better.
midday sunlight, so only the shade pics have "proper" lighting, but I saw some lil froggo frens. (hopefully all the pics upload okay)
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Black Forager, whom I mostly follow on F-book.