These leeks desperately need to be thinned.
Those baby leeks that you pull will taste great fried whole in butter as a side

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These leeks desperately need to be thinned.
Those baby leeks that you pull will taste great fried whole in butter as a side
This line by E.E. Cummings on an old video from the nerdwriter. Couldn’t recommend their videos more highly... https://www.youtube.com/user/Nerdwriter1
I’m a VERY German unicorn.
Hank Green (via hankgreenoutofcontext)
I like Zeno’s paradox sometimes. To get anywhere I have to traverse an infinity of half-way-theres.
Vlad the Impaler (1462)
I know I can do things which make me happy. I don’t know how to just ‘be’ a happy person.
Optimism
I plant bulbs as an exercise in optimism. Winter will pass. This darkness is not permanent. Three little crocuses enjoying the sun this morning. Little burst of colour is very welcome. Established daffodils are romping away but these newly planted ones are just popping up.
Bad week
This week two of our chickens have been killed by a cat. After almost two years living here without a single death, this is very frustrating. I don’t know what to do. Down to 6. I know that chicken deaths are common and that our hens have a good life. We’ve been lucky to avoid foxes or more trouble but now that this cat has seemingly figured out how easy and tasty a treat they are, I worry that there’s no stopping it.
And I don’t have the energy to do anything about this.
I just feel powerless and angry.
I want this all to stop.
Yes!
Miniature lime, too small to focus on. What fruits will this year yield?
Katherine Green, my internet patronus.
I’ve been listening to Delete This, Hank & Katherine Green’s hilarious podcast* and I want to really stretch a metaphor here. Pollution. Noise pollution. This is what tinnitus feels like for me. Silence is uncomfortable for me so I want some sound. Noise builds up and up so you don’t even know you’re being bombarded constantly. But once I notice the noise pollution it becomes hard to ignore and I feel overwhelmed. I’d like to stick to quiet places. Not silent, but not full of things shouting for attention. I’m noticing the pollution even on my favourite websites now. Not just adverts. Links. Comments. Even interesting ones. All this white noise. None of it is what I came for. How can you respond to noise pollution? Contribute less (so I’m staying off of comments) and stick to places which demand focus and reward it. Which don’t let and don’t seek to profit from when you get sucked down an unfulfilling spiral. Often I just use the internet to pass the time. I’m bored and I demand easy stimulation. This isn’t the life I want to live. I want to live deliberately, not passively. I want to better identify when sites want me to be passive. I want to use the spaces in the internet which clear the pollution rather than add to it. *Katherine Green is my favourite podcaster because she just cuts through the BS in such a funny but derisive way. Calls it out, laughs, and gets on with her own shit instead of letting it weigh her down. Can she please be my internet patronus?
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in
- Leonard Cohen
my impostor syndrome isn't as good as yours
I’m unreasonably pleased with this line. Someone must’ve thought of it before.
I want this on a t-shirt. I will pitch it to Hank or John Green if I ever meet them. Or if Jessie Cave put it in a cartoon I would squeak with joy.
Your now is not your forever.
John Green, Turtles All the Way Down (via love-for-tv-shows)
Out of nowhere, this nasturtium burst into flower. It’s early winter and this plant should be dead by now but it refused to give up. I never planted it there. A seed must have survived the composting. Uninvited & unplanned. A wonderful surprise.
Reminder that we are not gods. We are not almighty. Control is an illusion. Nature is above & beyond us. *the photo is from my phone which is not good. Sorry.
Daffodil bulbs planted. Spring feels like a long way off. My optimism is buried deep. Almost 100 bulbs in total dotted around the garden. I did this a couple of weeks ago. Sorry for not posting sooner!