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“Up to the Twentieth Century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. Since the initial publication of the chart of the electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear is less than one-millionth of reality.” -Bucky Fuller

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Cake day: February 26th, 2024

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  • Alt text: an image of various peppers (and one tomato) on a small wooden plate. There are small green peppers, small red peppers, a large curved cayenne, a small bell pepper, and two medium sized green peppers, either anaheim or poblano I don’t know I’d have to check. The red peppers are starting to dry.


    I done grew me a garden on my balcony ma! This isn’t all I’ve harvested this season either, wife has turned my cayennes into a hot sauce already, and the red peppers you see here were turned into a hot-paste-base… thing! And my tomato plant keeps giving me fat and juicy bois every week or so. Nothing crazy, just a big red one on my balcony for wife to cut up and enjoy. I personally hate them, but c’est la vest and an alligator chest, as they say.

    There’s catnip and pumpkins and sunflowers I’ve grown from seed, and mint and basil and, man, I love having this little garden out there so much :)



  • Brian Jacques, of Redwall fame. I feel so lucky to have grown up on such a lovely collection of adventure stories. I have such fond memories of my mom surprising me with a new book. I picked one up the other day and read a snippet, and it was just as lovely as it ever was.

    In the 1980s, Jacques worked as a milkman, on a round which included the Royal Wavertree School for the Blind.[1] He got to know the children there, and volunteered to read to them. However, he became dissatisfied with the state of children’s literature, with too much adolescent angst, and began to write stories for them. So that the visually impaired children would be able to picture the scenes he was writing for them, he developed a highly descriptive style, emphasizing sound, smell, taste, gravity, balance, temperature, touch, and kinesthetics.[6] From these short stories and reading sessions emerged Redwall, an 800-page handwritten manuscript.[7] -wikipedia

    Guy was a saint, simple as.


  • Southern balcony gardener reporting in with mostly-positive results! Some of the plants I grew from seed are doing well, including my kale, micogreens, sunflowers, catnip, and even a few pumpkins! The kale and microgreens are looking great, though I need to harvest more to prevent crowding (right?), so I’ve actually started to add the microgreens into my lunches! I think I’ll make a baby kale salad today as well.

    Unfortunately, I’ve lost most of the pumpkin sprouts due to this heat and my own inexperience, but(!) I never had high hopes for container pumpkins on a balcony in the South. It’s just a fun thing to try, and maybe the few I have will flower again and let me help pollinate.

    That brings me to my real passion, peppers! My cayennes have been doing swimmingly, and I’ve been able to harvest enough for wife to make our own brand of hot sauce. It’s pretty cool seeing a finished product this early in the summer! I’m excited for more to come in, especially my jalapenos and ghost peppers so we can make it kick a little harder. I actually found a hot dragon roll pepper that had ripened way sooner than expected, and Bees, I am happy to report that a glass of milk was almost necessary to help with the heat!

    That’s it for now :) here’s a picture of a sunflower that I grew.

    Much love to y’all <3











  • It’s okay. Had another dream where my mom inexplicably comes back from the dead. She even joked about how we’d have to reevaluate how we think of the situation. It’s wild how going back to sleep before my alarm can just ruin the rest of my week. There’s a lump in my throat that just won’t go away. I feel guilty writing these thoughts out, hell I’m tearing up now because I know so many other people have real problems and there’s this fucking election, and my wife’s work is so much more difficult than mine and I haven’t a leg to complain upon.

    poem

    I wish

    to beat my fists against this desk

    until they are bruised and bloody

    for that is something

    I may yet control

    Thank you for allowing me to vent. Much love to you all.









  • It’s always a joy to see this thread posted :) I just got back inside from watering my little balcony garden, and I’m pleased to report that things are looking pretty good! Wife and I had to fasten some twine to the tomato plant to give it some support, because the maters are coming in big this year! Dinosaur kale is coming along nicely and the non-descript micro greens are right behind. My sunflowers are starting to bud too, and I’m so excited for when they bloom.

    My catnip and pumpkins sprouts aren’t doing as well as I’d hoped, but that’s on me. I’ve lived in the South my whole life, and I was still so surprised it got so hot so quick. I was lucky that they more-or-less bounced back after being cared for, but let’s just say I’m not planning to carve my own pumpkins this fall just yet. But as I’ve said before, this is just a fun little hobby (at least that’s what I tell myself, I was very saddened to see them wilting in the sun). And hey, my peppers are looking great, especially the cayennes!

    Have some pictures! Go easy on my poor little sprouts 😭