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nursegracecreates · 3 years

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Entry #5

01.08.2022

Last night, Sally pulled off the interstate at the mile marker I’d told him, and we switched spots so I could navigate us to the homestead. It was early evening, around 5pm, and I checked the lights, making sure they were on in the dying light. I settled into the driver’s seat and pressed the brakes down, seeing Sal shift uncomfortably in his seat. He’d driven the entire way from Nashville, dealing with the heavy city traffic, snow, and then hitting the interstate and integrating into the flow of traffic, eyes watchful from behind his reading glasses. I think his legs were tired from being cramped up in the driver's seat. Rather than move the seat to accommodate for his slightly longer legs, Sal kept the driver's seat where I adjusted it when I drove, and just dealt with the cramped conditions. It had taken its toll and he looked damn near ready to explode from the car as he fiddled with the equalizer for the car stereo, making minute changes to the speakers while they played “Where Is My Mind?” by The Pixies.

I sighed as I followed the familiar road, the dimly lit scenery switching from open highway to a snowy, wooded road. I kept the car’s speed low, watching the edges of the road carefully for deer. This area of Kentucky had an overpopulation of deer. If you saw one crossing the road, it would be smart to come to a full stop, because chances are, there are at least 3 following the one you just saw. Aunt Charlotte has wrecked every car I’ve known her to have by hitting deer, so frequently, that Uncle Bubba, a mechanic, has just started wiring the bumper back on to her car and setting her loose again after fixing what’s wrong. Sal and I had saved for a year in order to afford our new car, a nice, black four door Dodge sedan. I didn’t plan to have some deer ruin the perfection of it. In fact, I needed to consider putting the snow chains on the tires if things got much worse snow wise.

The woods opened up on the left side, just in time for Sal to see the sunset over the Cumberland river, and the little general store and gas station there were old and still picturesque. They set the general mood for the area here. Old, slow, and sleepy.

“It’s beautiful” Sal said and I nodded as I continued on, passing the store and some houses that were abandoned now. When I’d been a kid, the houses had been full, lived in and taken care of. Now they were dark, faded, and unkempt, vines and vegetation taking them over, snow in yards undisturbed. A few minutes later, we passed the cemetery.

“Remind me to come back here” I told Sal, making a mental note to myself, too. All of my family was buried here, from my great grandmother to my recently departed Uncle Jimmy. I needed to come pay respects. “I hope it’s not all rainy. I’d like to spend a little time here.”

“Of course,” Sal said, reaching out and squeezing my knee softly. I took my right hand away from the wheel and covered his hand with mine while I steered with the other. He played with my fingertips as I drove on, our surroundings getting darker as the sun set.

The woods around us ended suddenly, a house on the left marking the place where the dense trees ended. After that, it was snow covered soybean fields as far as the eye could see on the right side, and on the left, woods again, but further back, away from the road. I saw a deer about to cross a few hundred feet away and stopped, giving it and any others time to cross.

“So where is your uncles, exactly?” Sal asked, looking around curiously. I pointed.

“Right there,” I said.

On the left side of the road, there was a turn off for another road, and then he shop, a large red metal building, with a white sign. “AUTO SALVAGE” in the same red paint as the building. Cars, trucks, SUVs, and tractor trailer rigs littered the space between the road and the shop, all with a layer of snow on top. There were more on the side, and around back, so the shop and its property sat on the corner of the highway and the side road. Across the highway, more soybean fields, just snow covered dirt and ice.

The deer had all crossed and I slowly passed the shop, letting the headlights light up the house.

The house was actually my great grandmother’s, Nanny to everyone who knew her, and she had lived there until she passed away when I was six. After that, my Aunt Millie inherited the house and she gave it to her son, Buddy (Bub, or Bubba to family and friends). It was white brick with a wooden extension, also painted white. The flower beds on the left side of the door were barren for the winter, as was the tractor tire in the front yard that held a variety of flowers. The cactus bed on the right was fine, undisturbed by the colder weather. The porch light was on, making the snow on the cacti glitter, and I pulled into the driveway, pulling up to park next to Aunt Charlotte’s beat up old Chevy. The lights were on in the living room, filtering through the dark red curtains that were closed against the large picture window. I saw the edge of the curtain twitch, and saw a figure peek through before the curtain flicked shut again. A moment later, the front door opened and a huge figure filled it.

I turned off the car and got out. “Uncle Bubba?” I said loudly, “It’s Grace!”

The figure on the front porch stepped off and long legs ate up the distance as they came toward me. Uncle Bubba grabbed me up in a bear hug, squeezing me tight enough that my spine popped.

“Girl! What are you doing up here?!” he asked, giving me another squeeze before releasing me. I stepped back and looked up at my uncle.

He was just as big as he always had been, around 6’2” and weighing around 260 pounds. He wore a grease smeared cap over dark messy hair and light blue eyes and a snaggle toothed grin looked out at me from a dark bearded face. Uncle Bubba always grew his beard out in the winter time. He said it kept him warmer, and I was inclined to believe him. Tonight, we’d caught Uncle Bubba in his pajamas, red and black flannel pants and a loose gray tee shirt. Tan moccasins covered his feet.

“Well, my husband and I were on our way to a town near Pittsburgh and-”

“Wait, wait” Uncle Bubba said, a smile in his voice, “Did I hear you say ‘husband’?”

I blinked and then laughed nervously, “Ah, yeah. It was just a courthouse ceremony, nothing big. Sal?”

Sal got out on the other side and Uncle Bubba looked his way. He had put his prosthetic on and I saw my uncle blink in surprise at it as Sal came around the car to us. There was just enough moonlight reflecting off the snow that everything was pretty well lit.

“Uncle Bubba, this is my husband, Sal Fisher. Sal, this is my uncle, Buddy, but everyone just calls him Bub, and I call him Bubba.”

Sal stuck out his hand, and Uncle Bubba clasped it with his as they shook.

“You make my girl happy?” Uncle Bubba asked, not letting go of Sal’s hand after they were done shaking.

“Yes, sir” Sal said calmly, though I noticed his gaze was on Uncle Bubba’s hands.

“He make you happy, girl? He treat you good?” Uncle Bubba asked, his accent getting a little thicker.

“Of course he does” I said, “If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be here.”

Uncle Bubba’s eyes flicked to me and he smiled, “I guess you’re right, girl.” He let go of Sal’s hand and clapped him on the back, “It’s good to meet you, Sal. How about we get in out of the snow? Your Aunt Charlotte is about to go batshit, you know that, right?”

I nodded and Sal took my hand as we followed Uncle Bubba to the door. He opened it and I heard Aunt Charlotte immediately as he went through, I followed him, pulling Sally behind me.

“Bub?” Aunt Charlotte asked, her words a little slurred, “who was that out th-”

She saw me as Uncle Bubba moved out of the way and I closed the door behind me and Sal. A confused sound like a laugh and a wail came from her and then she was up, leaving her desk chair spinning where she had been sitting.

Aunt Charlotte is a small woman of around 5’1”, not skinny, but not fat either. Her frizzy hair was dyed dark brown and fell around her shoulders, though her roots were coming in a steely gray next to her scalp. Tears filled her dark eyes as she wiped at them until her olive skin had a rosy quality. She grabbed me in a hug and held on tightly, crying into my shoulder as she talked and laughed incoherently into my coat. I hugged her back and looked at Sally with wide eyes over her shoulder as I patted her back.

“And then Bub goes out there to see who drove up and here you are” Aunt Charlotte finished as she pulled away, smiling hugely with wet eyes and cheeks. She noticed Sal and looked back to me, “Who’s this? Did you bring your boyfriend for your old Aunt Charlotte to threaten?” She laughed breathlessly at her own joke. Neither Aunt Charlotte nor Uncle Bubba were in the greatest health. Aunt Charlotte was on her second heart surgery, and Uncle Bubba was having problems with his back and legs due to his size. Uncle Bubba wasn’t fat, as a matter of fact, quite the opposite. When he was in high school, he was so big and such a good football player that the Cincinnati Bengals scouted him for a while. However, his mother, Millie, put a stop to that. So instead of chasing football dreams, Uncle Bubba had worked a series of labor intensive jobs, everything from construction, to mechanic jobs, to the railroad. He’d been hard on his body and now it was impossible for him to ignore the effects.

“This is Sal, Aunt Charlotte” I told her, pulling Sal closer to me by the sweater arm, and he put an arm around me.

“What’s that you have on your face?” Aunt Charlotte asked, not beating around the bush. Aunt Charlotte had always been this way. She said exactly what was on her mind, especially when she was a few glasses of wine in, like now from the looks of her computer desk.

“It’s a facial prosthetic” I told her, “Sally and his mother were attacked when he was a little boy. The shotgun blast meant for him went through his mom, but it still messed him up pretty bad. So he has to wear that most of the time. He’s got a glass eye, too.”

Aunt Charlotte looked at Sal with wide eyes, wet again with new tears, and then she was hugging him., “You poor, poor boy. Who could do something like that?”

Sally stood there awkwardly as Aunt Charlotte hugged him and Uncle Bubba and I chuckled together.

“You gonna tell her about how you two tied the knot?” Uncle Bubba asked, and I shot him a playful glare that said ‘Thanks a lot’.

“My baby?” Aunt Charlotte asked, pulling away to look at Sal and I together, “My baby got married and forgot to tell me?” She was crying openly now, her face at odds with itself as she was also smiling big enough that I was worried her face would crack.

“It wasn’t anything big, Aunt Charlotte” I assured her, “We just went to the courthouse one day. Mom and dad weren’t even there. My friend Crow witnessed it.”

“Well as long as he makes you happy” Aunt Charlotte said, tearily, still smiling, still occasionally reaching out to touch me as if she thought I might be a dream. “He does make you happy, right?” she asked me with a conspiratorial smile. I nodded, feeling the blush on my cheeks.

“Well what brings you up here?” Aunt Charlotte asked and Uncle Bubba looked over from where he’d settled in on the couch. She started back towards her chair and I helped her when I noticed she was having trouble, maybe a little too much wine.

“We’re on our way to the town I grew up in in Pennsylvania” Sal spoke up as I got Aunt Charlotte sitting, “I’ve been feeling a little homesick and we were gonna try tracking my stepbrother down, too.”

“Pennsylvania, huh?” Uncle Bubba asked in his slow country drawl. Listening to him talk is always interesting because he speaks with a country twang, but he has a Chicago accent. As a result, he sounds like someone from Chicago talking but slowed. All he needs is reverb. “That’s a pretty long trip. You guys needing somewhere to stay a couple days?”

Sal nodded, “We just left Nashville, but we’re not in any hurry. We’ll get to Nockfell when we get there, so we’re just enjoying the trip. Grace said that she wanted to see you guys, and to show me some stuff from her childhood?”

Uncle Bubba and Aunt Charlotte started talking about childhood me at the same time and I held a hand up, “One at a time” I laughed and Aunt Charlotte started. We settled down on the loveseat across from the couch where Uncle Bubba was sprawled and a brown Boxer dog came in from the kitchen.

“Hey Tank” I said, holding a hand out to him so we could meet. I hadn’t met this dog specifically, but Uncle Bubba always got the same breed and color of dog and always named him the same thing. Brown, male boxer dog, named Tank. Sal held his hand out to him too, cautiously due to the remnants of his dog phobia. It had gotten a lot better, especially since remembering that it wasn’t a dog who attacked him at all, but Kenneth Phelps. Tank sniffed my hand and then Sal’s, licked my knuckle and then put his chin in Sal’s hand for scratches. Sal obliged and Uncle Bubba said, “You kids eat yet, or do we need to warm up leftovers from dinner?”

“We ate,” I said, referring to the Burger King meals we’d eaten maybe an hour ago.

“Well you know where the spare room is,” Aunt Charlotte said, pouring another glass of wine, “I’ll put some clean sheets in the dryer to warm them up before you go to bed.”

We spent a couple of hours talking, catching up and letting Sal and Uncle Bubba get to know each other. Uncle Bubba asked if I had any flower and we explained about our state's medical marijuana policy. He thought it was cool that we both worked at a dispensary, just on seperate sides. Aunt Charlotte had to go to bed around an hour after we got there, and she put the sheets in the dryer just before turning in. Sally had to get our stuff from the car and I brought one of the duffle bags of clothes in too.

“Bub isn’t going to freak out about… you know” Sally said, gesturing towards his face. I reached up and unclasped the bottom straps, tipping his prosthetic up so I could kiss his lips.

“No, honey!” I said after pulling away, putting my hand on his jawline and slipping my thumb between his face and the prosthetic, rubbing my thumb against his skin. “He might be a little surprised at first, but he’s not going to judge you. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s a little cockeyed.”

Sally chuckled, “I noticed. Glad to know he can sympathize. Is his eye glass too?”

“No” I said, breathing in the cold night air as we closed the car up again, hitting the lock button, “A car antenna poked him in it. He’s basically blind in it now.”

“Ah” Sally said as we headed back in, “So he’ll be alright with seeing me?”

“Uncle Bubba isn’t exactly the judgey type” I said as I opened the door, “He doesn’t care what you look like as long as you’re a good person. And you’re the best person.”

Sally ducked his head and I could tell he was smiling as we went inside.

“You guys find your way back?” Uncle Bubba asked. Tank was sitting on the couch next to him with a sock in his mouth. I looked at Uncle Bubba’s feet and one still had a sock on it. The other was sockless and his moccasins were tucked up under the edge of the couch.

“Yeah” I said “You're teaching Tank to do socks?”

Every Tank that Uncle Bubba has had has always taken socks off for the residents of the house. He takes the sock by the toe and pulls until the sock comes off.

“Yeah” Uncle Bubba sighed, “He’s good at getting them off, but he wants to chew on em after. That’s the problem.”

“Hm” I said, “Maybe spray something that tastes bad to him on the sock?”

“Maybe” Uncle Bubba said, face thoughtful, “Anyway, you two get your smoke?”

I laughed, “Yeah. Aunt Charlotte told me about your pain on the phone a few weeks ago. Sal can roll a joint, a blunt if you want… How do you want it, Uncle Bubba?” I hated knowing that my he hurt so badly, and if it would help him, Uncle Bubba could have all the weed he wanted.

Uncle Bubba stood up and went into the kitchen. He came back a few moments later with a metal pipe, “Do you think you could load this up for me?”

“Of course,” Sal said, taking the pipe from him. I watched as Sal ground up the necessary amount of weed and then he loaded both Uncle Bubba’s pipe, and his, which was clear glass with red and blue swirls at the ends. Uncle Bubba went to the fireplace and in no time, a nice, big fire was blazing in the stone hearth. The television was playing local news quietly. This would be the first time I’d ever smoked with Uncle Bubba, though I knew he did. He’d just never smoked around me. I guess this was growing up.

After Uncle Bubba got the fire going, he returned to his couch and Sal brought him his loaded pipe. Uncle Bubba pulled a yellow lighter out of his pocket and lit it, taking a hit and I saw surprise cross his face at the taste. Sal must have given him something tasty. Sal joined me on the loveseat across from Uncle Bubba and I heard him take a deep breath before reaching around and unbuckling the top strap on his prosthetic. He pulled it away from his face and I reached out to smooth his bangs down after he sat it on the couch arm. I looked across to see Uncle Bubba watching us with a strange expression. He looked stricken by Sal’s scars, but not horrified. More like he was imagining what it would be like to survive that amount of damage. And at such a young age too. But there was another layer to Uncle Bubba’s expression. It was tender. He had seen me fixing Sal’s hair and had been touched by what he saw. Despite Uncle Bubba’s size and gruff demeanor, he really is just a big ole softie.

Sal relaxed when he wasn’t met with any questions or reaction from Uncle Bubba, and I tried to radiate gratitude towards my beloved family member for setting my SO at ease.

“Wait” Sally said, after a while, and I turned my head and peered up at him from where I was leaned against his chest, “Bub, how are you Grace’s uncle on her mother’s side? Grace’s mom doesn’t have any siblings.”

Uncle Bubba chuckled and took another drag off his pipe before setting it down. “Well, we’re actually cousins. Grace’s mom is my first cousin. But my brothers and sisters' kids all call me Uncle Bub or Uncle Buddy, so Grace just called me that too.”

“Ah” Sal said, “that makes sense.”

“Yeah, don’t tell any of the others, but Grace was always my favorite” Uncle Bubba said, mocking secretiveness. “She was always so smart, and if you listened to her long enough, she could get you to believe anything.” He laughed, “One of Johnny Paul’s kids thought that gargoyles come to life at night for the longest. He was at least twelve when he stopped believing.”

“That sounds about right” Sal said, taking another drag off of our pipe and handing it to me. His fingers grazed mine as I took it from him, making them feel warmer than the rest of me. “She’s just so convincing.”

We spent the rest of the evening like that, spending time with Uncle Bubba until he decided to go to bed, asking if I wanted him to turn the dryer on again. After he did, taking Tank with him, we put on some mindless television and watched, cuddled together on the shorter couch, balled up like snakes do in cold weather.

“What do you think?” I asked Sal, closing my eyes as he ran his long fingers through my hair, sinking into his chest.

“I like it here” Sal said, “It’s really cozy. Bubs is a really good guy, and I like how relaxed he seems to be. Your Aunt Charlotte…”

I giggled, “Yeah, she can be a lot. It’s just because she loves me so much. She just got so excited. She’s pretty fun when she’s not wine drunk, I promise.”

Sal hummed, “She definitely does love you a lot. There’s no doubting that. I’m sure I’ll get to know her more tomorrow.”

I yawned and looked back at Sal to see him fighting to not do the same. I laughed and sat up, swinging my legs around so I could put my feet on the floor. The cold hardwood floor sent a chill up from the soles of my bare feet. Tank had come and relieved both Sal and I of our socks before he went to bed with Uncle Bubba. I shivered and then stretched my arms up, “Come on, sleepyhead, let’s hit the hay.”

Sal sat up too as I stood and I pulled him to his feet. He followed me to the dryer, and I got the sheets out, taking a moment to just close my eyes and absorb the warmth coming from them. Then we headed down the hallway. I pointed the bathroom out to Sal and then continued past it to the spare bedroom. I turned on the lights and found that there were some boxes on the bed, along with a selection of thick comforters. I picked a couple of them out and then put the rest on the floor in a corner.

“I’ll make the bed, if you’ll get a glass from the kitchen for me and bring me the bag I keep the weed in. My eye stuff is in there.”

“One eye glass, coming up” I said, and left to get the glass and bag. I picked up our clothes bag and brought it too. Sal had gotten the fitted sheet on the bed and was handling the flat sheet now. I put our clothes bag on the floor and the glass on the dresser, along with Sal’s bag. I got pajamas from both of us out of the duffle bag and handed Sal his.

After we changed, and Sal had taken out his eye and put it in some solution in the glass, we turned out the light and got into bed. Enough light filtered in from the window that we could still see and I turned towards Sally, laying on my side while he mirrored me after pulling the blankets over us.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?” Sally asked.

“Oh I’m sure we’ll find something to get up to. There's the shopping center, the Amish community, Cave-In-Rock...” I replied, scooting a little closer to Sal.

Sal chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest, “I’m pretty sure we can find something to get up to right now.”

Sal’s hand found my waist and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me as close to him as he could get me and his lips found mine in the dark.

#sally face #sally face fanart #sal fisher #sal fisher fanart #sally face self ship #sal fisher self ship #sally face x gracie face

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handcraftermaggie · 5 years

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Busy morning at the #homestead and among many household chores it was #soymilk making day. I buy #nongmo #soybeans #growninusa https://www.instagram.com/p/B01EO09hwOp/?igshid=vqk69r605ef0

#homestead #soymilk #nongmo #soybeans #growninusa

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botanyshitposts · 5 years

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Hi! Given that we're all in quarantine mode, what is your favorite houseplant? Also, do you have anything fun and plant themed to pass the time at home (since you seem like you spend like 70% of your time at your uni/in the lab, and I'm sure both of those are shut down now)?

actually, the seed lab is still up and running!! what happened was that my uni cancelled classes and ordered everyone to evacuate the dorms, and only let people stay who had nowhere else to go, which immediately forces like, 80% of us student workers (who handle a LOT of the menial labor on campus) back to our hometowns. from a quarantine perspective i see how this is a smart move, but from a seed perspective i am terrified and in awe; so far, a week in, it’s kind of prompted me to start reevaluating what this means for like, how plants interact in our society on a broader scale, ngl.

like, this is a seed lab, funded partially by the state and partially by the (public) university. it is based in iowa, as i have mentioned before, which is one of the largest producers of maize in the world; 95% of our state is farmland, and it is completely possible to go to another country overseas and purchase feed made from iowa field corn. for further context, sweet corn is grown in iowa, but is deemed a ‘specialty crop’ (along with popcorn) due to the specialised labor needed to harvest it, and the bulk of it sold in grocery stores is grown in california (where a ton of wild botanical stuff seems to happen on a regular basis). most of what’s grown in iowa is field corn, which in turn is used for cattle feed (biggest use), ethanol, and production of more seed. i learned in a class about world food security last year that iowa produces so much food, in the form of animal production as well as corn and soybean production, that if you were to put a glass dome over us we could theoretically produce food sustainably for the entire population without altering our average consumption rate at all.

farmers in the midwest and iowa often own their own land, due to the homestead act back in 1862; compare this system to the agricultural systems in third world countries, where single wealthy people own huge swaths of farmland and equipment that they then pay workers as small a wage as possible to farm it for them. personally i think there’s something to be said about how corporations in the US have driven prices of equipment up so high that farmers are having to resort to renting it, putting them in debt to large companies, which is REALLY just :eyes:, but that aside, farmers who own their own land and equipment tend to work harder and produce larger yields; this is actually a trend throughout the world that the US benefits from due to how the land is historically dispersed.

BUT. going back to the entire reason i’m writing this, corn ultimately drives the economy in iowa. all things come from corn; soybeans too, but mostly corn. seed is still needing to be planted here at the beginning of the growing season, and corporations that have harvested their seed are now sending it in to seed labs to get it verified to be shipped and sold in other countries (or sold in the united states at all; you need to have certain statistics and a grading on your seed to be able to sell it here, which prevents companies from selling shitty seed to farmers at incredibly high prices as was the case back when government seed labs were first established in the early 1900s). it becomes clearer to me, with that in mind, why the seed lab i work at is still staying open, but it also raises some other questions; for instance, are all public seed labs still open throughout the US? are private seed labs still open? how will the drop in labor in these labs effect the agricultural industry? (i’m assuming the answer to the last one will be ‘not much’, but i have no idea how it is at other labs, and if they have more full time workers than part time and all that).

like, considering the wider scope of things, it’s wild that essential public services also include niche public services like seed testing. it makes sense that the seed lab will remain open. it makes sense that the amount of samples coming in hasn’t slowed down, and they’ll probably have a major delay on getting sample results/documentation and all that to companies ordering them. as long as meat is being produced, feed is needed, and as long as feed is needed iowa will keep producing corn at an incredible rate. it’s just like. seeds, man......what a world

as for your second question about botanical entertainment, i’m pretty preoccupied with classes rn but the digital flowers site from the university of Illinois is a resource we use in plant systematics a lot that’s fun to poke around; also, the KEW digital herbarium, and, of course, the famous in defense of plants podcast. oh, the crime pays but botany doesn’t youtube channel is a great time, too!

#this is A Long Post but lmao yeah #asks #plont asks #seed job #long post #Anonymous

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mensajeroseis · 4 years

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in my more thought out version of the capital wasteland. general flora and fauna is expanded. more on the outer reaches where farms are common, but could be eased into wastelander’s homesteads closer to downtown dc’s proximity because of Oasis (i’d like to think they have a seed nursery). continuing on, obviously mutated versions of corn, soybeans idk if they’d mutate into something akin to siltbeans in fo4 etc but whatever, along with wheat and tatos, i’d like to think at least apple trees stuck around as well but are more rare and harder to care for from planting. and in general irt the edible flora around that area, there’s plenty of plants that make teas and some form of sumac would still probably be a popular spice around the cw.

anyways due to wheat being plentiful I think that makes sense for homesteading wastelanders to be able to have livestock, and not just brahmins. a tangent of mine is because the national zoo has a permanent bison exhibit, mutated bison also roam the cw in herds. they’re harder to tame compared to brahmin but incredibly useful for both their milk and fur, etc. and possibly the occasional rare brahmin/bison hybrid could possibly exist. outside of that rad chickens, mutated turkeys, and hogs from pre war mega farms aren’t unusual either.

welcome to my twisted fo3 mind

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caseshomestead · 7 years

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I gaze at wide wonder at the beautiful #farms and fields that I drive by every morning. The freedoms that we enjoy in this #country is evident in the abundance in our fields. #Veteran #USA #Patriots #Freedom #Cows #chickens #SmallFarms #BigFarms #Corn #Soybeans #Farming #Farmer #YouTube #Facebook #Twitter #Tumblr #Homesteading #GreatNation

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trumpgrets · 5 years

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“Martinmaas, whose family homesteaded this land in 1888, said his farm operation lost more than $700,000 last year. He’s had to put a moratorium on buying new equipment, and he’s stuck with grain bins full of soybeans, because China isn’t buying. ”

whereas if i lost $700,000 in a year, i’d be worse than bankrupt 🤔

pretty sure that’s true for most of the ‘coastal elites’ this guy disdains

so excuse me if my sympathy is lacking

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survivalsupplyzone · 4 years

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Beekeeping for Beginners and What You Need to Get Started.

Beekeeping or beekeeping is a scientific concern as a subject of study. The behavior is necessary for honey bees (Apis mellifera) to get bee products, and to pollinate agronomic crops.

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Following a biological peculiarity for the care of the position. Honey bees are different from other changes in engineering and human exploitation.

Due to the way of life, it is one of the most famous social insects, because it evolves according to the natural care norms characterizing them.

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Keeping Bees For Beginners - Maintenance of Bee Families

It gets created in families formed after a large number of care individuals through the the way an organization can maintain the nest's unity.

But, the most important characteristic of bees is the ability to accumulate a supply of food over the family's consumption needs.

The care of bee families imposes measures and technologies that are inscribed on new coordinates.

Important determined by the need to ensure the human condition of the conditions on which not long ago they provided nature for the development of bee families.

Development of bee families

Thus, as the natural harvesting resources become reduced, as a result of the clearing of forests and meadows. For the development of the land needed for agriculture and so the decrease of bee production.

It became more and more necessary that the human intervention care more for the bees and the realization of healthy families.

To survive the new harvesting conditions and to get an increase in bee productions. https://blog.survivalsupplyzone.com/homesteading/get-started-in-beekeeping/

Location of the bee families

The location of the bee families on beehive glasses located near some massifs with honey plants. With abundant nectar secretion, which can form the beginning of spring, we can ensure to a great extent the obtention of honey crops and maintaining a favorable biological balance.

The Bee life.

At present, through unique technologies, the beekeeper can prepare the bee families for harnessing the spring crops. Keeping them inactive state during the summer, raising young bees. And ensuring the supply of quality food in the autumn season for a good organization of wintering bees.

All these are particularly, essential stages in the care of families to meet the conditions necessary for the preparation of the bees to make the best use of the honey resources from the spontaneous and cultivated flora.

Different systems of hives

Also, the shelter and maintenance of bee families in different systems of hives with adjustable volume.

This allows development during the year of active biological units with enough spaces for storing.

The accumulated nectar collections are an essential factor for obtaining the necessary large honey production for the bees and beekeepers.

Maintenance of bee families

The differentiated maintenance of the bee families according to the conditions offered by the bio-beekeeping areas of our country also has a particular importance in the beekeeping economy.

Each type of harvest have a specific method for the maintenance of the bees that differ from hives located in different area compared to the colonies situated in the hilly or mountain area.

Honey plants

To increase bee production in areas where the development of bee families does not correlate with the flowering of honey plants.

This ensures the achievement of the main nectar crops in the area, an essential role in correcting this situation made by all the bee maintenance procedures meant to ensure the development of families.

According to the evolution of honey, resources to capitalize on the best conditions of nectar harvesting in the area.

The knowledge of the evolution over the millennia and the correct application in the production of the technologies of breeding and maintenance of the bee families represents, in our times, one of the main factors that can ensure their development to valorize the collections and the realization of bee products according to the existing honey resources. And the productive potential of native bees.

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEEKEEPING

Since ancient times, bees have played an essential role in the evolution of life on earth.

From the distant geological ages, the appearance of bees - within complex and complicated evolutionary processes - meant the acquisition of that role that they play today, by pollinating agents of the plants that covered the regional and continental ecosystems.

The vast spread that bees currently know denotes an increased ability to adapt these insects to the most varied conditions of relief, climate and vegetation between bees and plants have created an indissoluble connection that the French scientist GASTON BONNIER has systematized thus: "Bees need flowers to live, and flowers need bees to bear fruit."

This statement causes the bee, in the tradition as in modern history, to have sharpness among the useful insects.

Presents of these honey collectors

A retrospective look at the history of mankind shows that man has pointed to bee since ancient times when he was a honey beekeeper and was not growing bees near his shelter.

Presents of these honey collectors are still encountered today in less evolved human societies, for example, in areas of Asia or Africa. It is worth noting that in the history of animal husbandry, bees are one of the first living beings that man has approached to get the expensive products, honey, and wax.

That is why it is not at all wrong to say that the history of mankind is interwoven with the history of beekeeping. Enough historical, archaeological, linguistic, ethnographic and folkloric data attest to such introspection over the millennia to the present day.

Even though, compared to other species, the bee - due to its biological peculiarities - has a powerful conservative meaning that human intervention in life and its activity can only happen according to the instincts of the species - consolidated - yet we can notice the interest and concern of man to know and exploit this insect bug.

Usually, in the domestic animals, the three main elements defining the "total artificialization" for productive purposes of the growth of these species are shelter, food, and propagation.

Artificial feeding of honey bees

About the food, the bee manifests a staunch conservatism, prefacing the nectar and pollen of the flowers as carbohydrate food, as a protein food. Thus, directed artificial feeding includes only very few preparations based on industrial sugar as such or inverted.

As for artificial protein nutrition, the use of pollen substitutes has not been widespread, although it has been proven that soybean meal, inactivated yeast, and skimmed milk powder can offset the pollen deficiency in nature.

About the multiplication of bees, this is done by natural means artificialization occurring only in the case of artificial germination and artificial sowing (so controlled) of the nuns, and although it is a well-developed method, it is not used in extensive practice having more importance in scientific research work.

Summarizing the role and importance of bees in the economy and people's lives, we must specify that beekeeping is, first, an essential branch of agriculture that has an interest both and for the direct products obtained from their growth, as well as.

As a result of the pollination of the entomophilous plants, after which the food reserves for the existence of bees, birds, and mammals, as well as of the seeds with a vital role in the perpetuation and survival of the plants, are realized.

Bee and the bee family

The bee is an insect, invertebrate animal characterized by the body of three main parts - head, chest, and abdomen, in turn, composed of several segments covered with a secure - chitinous shell, with the presence of six articulated legs and membranous wings.

Order Hymenoptera Characteristics

The bee is part of one of the most advanced groups of insects - the Order Hymenoptera (it has two pairs of membranous wings), the family Apidae, the genus Apis, the mellifera species we care for in our country.

In this order the social life and the organization of the individuals in the family appear, equal by functionality with an organism, which entails the division of labor, the joint care of the descendants, the gathering and the collective processing of the food, the concentration of the reproductive power of the organism in a single one females - mask and some males - transients and the common regulation of the heat of the social body.

The consequence of this social life

The appearance of the large population of individuals with maintenance functions - the workers, the accumulation of food reserves, everything with remarkable adaptations and developments in the morphology of the digestive, respiratory, muscular, nervous, reproductive, excretory, exceptional performances of the organs sense, of the enzymatic and hormonal system, all which result in spectacular behavioral aspects.

Given these refinements, the honey bee family is considered in the zoology as a "superorganism" - in which the functions of nutrition, respiration, defense, and reproduction have both individual and social levels.

The emergence of two castes in the female sex (the maid and the worker) is the expression of the high division of labor attained by the species in fulfilling the social functions. Keep in mind: it is not the only novel, the evolving novelty, but the worker - this is, in its perfection - a pleasant diversion from the reproductive development, healthy, of the female.

To understand the behavior and life of the bee in the hive, to learn the possibilities of caring and exploiting the bees, by the natural way of their life, it is necessary to know the composition of their body and their development. Since the worker is the majority individual in the family and has been best studied, most descriptions are made on it.

Whenever the squirrel and the transient have particularities of morphology and behavior, they will be mentioned.

Bee behavior before swarming

When the pace of bridges and eclipses exceeds the mortality rate of workers, the population increases until the stage is reached, either due to social factors or the confinement of space in the hive, the family divides.

Usually, the division occurs towards the end of spring, at a time of enough of food. From a biological point of view, it is explainable - the daughter's family, the brook, is about to settle, to build new honeycombs, to accumulate food, and to grow new generations of bees - everything before the coming of the cold weather or the periods of lack of harvest.

A brook is a group of worker bees accompanied by a farm, and the division reflects the ability of the mother family to produce farm bees and bees for their own brook.

This implies a temporary stagnation of the development and accumulation of food reserves, as well as the reduction of other activities in the primary family. When the logs are built, the population's harvesting activity decreases: the bees get "lazy" - the harvesters hardly find bees from the house to deliver the supplies they bring from the field - it takes minutes until they find bees to accept the nectar.

Often the situation coincides with limited storage space, so with an agglomeration; it is a regulatory mechanism or a social interaction of great importance - by delaying the acceptance of food, the house bees demobilize the harvest.

With the definite decrease in the inflow of food into the hive, the pups stop feeding the apricot - this eggless and less loses weight. Still, the collectors do not give up the flight activity that gets another orientation - looking for shelter. The scouts change their behavior - their dancing on honeycombs is no longer associated with food relations but indicates the position of possible support for fixing the brook.

Honey bee dance of detachment

honey bee dance language

The roaring as a phenomenon that can be noticed by humans begins with particular movements and humming

The dance of detachment of the workers; dance is contagious to the workers contacted by a dancer, so that at one point a large part of the population of the family in unison, leaves the hive as a shepherd, along with the old girl - after the first young girls go.

Until a first landing place, not the definitive one, the brook seems to be somewhat "guided" by researches - the only moment in the bees' life when such a phenomenon occurs.

Contrary to appearances, the swarm is a well-organized bee mass. They are in it bees of all ages, even though they are younger than in the mother's family. Inside, hanging bee chains, released from each other, leave enough room for each other's circulation. On the surface, the older bees form a dense shell, about three bees thick, with an opening towards the inside more open.

Honey Bee Waggle Dance

The Waggle Dance is a term used in beekeeping and ethology for a particular figure-eight dance of the honey bee. By performing this dance, successful foragers can share information about the direction and distance to patches of flowers yielding nectar and pollen, to water sources, or to new nest-site locations with other members of the colony. Enhanced Bees Algorithms - Scientific Figure on ResearchGate.

Enhanced Bees Algorithms - Scientific Figure on ResearchGate. Available from: https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Distance-and-direction-by-waggling-dance-Waggling-straight-up-on-the-vertical-comb_fig2_330667255 [accessed 29 Oct, 2019]

Available from: https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Distance-and-direction-by-waggling-dance-Waggling-straight-up-on-the-vertical-comb_fig2_330667255 From this form, the scouts continue to search for possible shelters in the area. They describe on the surface of the river dances like those of detachment and some identical to those which, in other conditions, state sources of harvest. Those who find better places dance more and longer.

The long duration is an essential characteristic of the dance.

Unlike beekeepers, these bees do not have to to stop bringing in food samples from time to time. But, from time to time, they also return to that place, which is marked by the emanation of the Nasonov gland, which attracts the bees. Along with some known components of communication in flu, some important ones remain undeciphered.

https://askabiologist.asu.edu/bee-dance-game/introduction.html

The sequence of events already mentioned is known to us: it reduces the production of inhibitory pheromone in the mandible's glands, thus releasing workers to build boutiques. The detachment dances appear, which have the meaning of "let's go" (Michener).

When the brood leaves the mother hive and, again, when it leaves the place where it hung in waiting for the definitive location to be chosen. The unknown (or, some of them): what determines the reduction of the secretion level of the mask substance? What triggers the cessation of feeding by the workers? The greatest that can be predicted about these aspects is based on the action of the pheromones, which have an essential role in the communication of dew.

The nest inhibits the building of logs

They intervene in the assembly and stabilization of the cluster around the matrix - the matrix depending, its cohesion.

Trans-9 keto 2-decanoic acid, the substance of the jelly, which in the nest inhibits the building of logs. In red - it attracts the workers, but without retaining them. The tens-9 hydroxy 2-decanoic acid, which in the nest completes the action of the first.

Inhibiting the building of the logs and the ovarian development in the workers. It is the one that induces the fixation of the brook and the formation of the cool groove (in the mixture.

The two pheromones are responsible for the cohesion of the stream). Yet, its stabilization is finally determined by a third substance, unidentified, but which can comes from matte chapels.

As in other behaviors of the bee family, pheromones are not all (though essential) even in roach.

The proof - not the mat, the source of pheromones, is the one who chooses the place of installation and then the one of the nest. Under experimental conditions, the attraction and fixation of the cluster succeed with a mixture of the two phage pheromones + the synthetic Nasonov ionomer; but, the dance of detachment is still needed!

The phenomenon is called neuralgia

The tendency to blush, accompanied by the presence of sexed individuals, is a hereditary character. But some families do not pray; they are maintained by the pure periodic natural growth and replacement of the match (the phenomenon is called neuralgia).

The beekeeper who does not wish to multiply the rodent bees must favor and increase such families (artificial will). But, the beekeeper who catches and keeps all the natural fruits ensures the perpetuation of the tendency of gnawing in his hive. But, beware, the first king, primary king, may be followed by the separation from the mother's family of another, secondary, and of the other, tertiary, sometimes going until the family is disbanded.

After a few days, usually at the age of 2-6 days, as it makes a mating flight - I call so-called "transient gathering" places, about 6-15 m high from the ground. In these agglomerations of tractors, the emanations of the sex-attracting sublime attract the males, of whom with a few companions, they mate and very often repeat the flight of search.

When she returns to the hive, she still carries the "mating sign" - the anterior part of the genitalia, the masses that the bees extract. After a few days, the queen begins to lay eggs. (Both the mating sign and more, the beginning of the bridge are used by the breeders of the match as indications of the mating and. Of the approaching the greatest time for harvesting the events destined for sale by sale or introduction in other families.

In some breeders, it is used as a clue. the capacity of a uniform and compact surface of seedlings of workers).

Artificial insemination of honeybees

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The role and evolution of his life as a young organism is a clear expression of the cohesion of the honey bee population.

regulated by the action of specific mechanisms and substances. It is certain that only by following a natural swarm and its behavior, by catching it and installing it in a hive. The beekeeper can hope that the secret of the natural bee breeding and he will be able to master the technique of artificial breeding.

More on beekeeping for beginners guide

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Hey there, I have a story that takes place on a farm and I was curious to know how long does usually take to finish chores? Also if chores are finished early would it be realistic to leave the farm in the care of a trusted neighbor and hang out with your family like in the story I'm writing?

Another question is are there ever any slow days/seasons that make it so you barely have to work so you don't have to work at all?

Oof these are great questions.

On the farm I work on, there are days, usually during the late fall, winter, and early spring, that there isn’t much to do. Once the root veggies are packed ayay and the fields are empty of crops but have our winter cover crops on them, it’s pretty dull until we start pruning the orchard. By then I’m usually out and about and doing my thing by about one or two pm. And if it’s very cold (anything below 32 degrees) we don’t go in at all. It’s just not safe, no matter how many layers you have or how good your winter coats are. During the summer, though, when I’m picking and washing and packing and making deliveries and handling social media/emails and getting ready to go to market and and and... I don’t usually get out until six or seven pm. And that’s coming in for seven in the morning.

And those are just the things that I do. My boss does even more, coming in around eight in the morning and not leaving until the sun goes down. And he’s doing the bookkeeping and the spraying, and he’s making the crop plan and getting on my ass about making sure everything’s planted on time, and we’re looking at the volume of sales we have and he’s doing the payroll and making the schedule. On a smaller farm than ours, certainly, there would be downtime. But if you have anything more than an acre or two, you’ve got your entire growing season where your family sees very little of you.

My husband and I see each other one day a week (my day off) during the growing season, and sometimes for dinner when our schedules match. Other than that, we communicate via text and on discord. Meanwhile, I see my boss between 12 and 14 hours a day, depending on how long the two of us work.

So, these are very good questions, and to get the best answer, you have to ask yourself: Is the farm in your story a large farm like wheat/corn/soybean farms in the American Midwest? Or is it smaller, like a one to two acre homestead? Keep in mind, the farm I work for is 30 acres and it keeps us plenty busy with a small staff of only about 4 people.

I hope that helped some! And feel free to message me or shoot me another ask if you have more questions. I’m always happy to help!

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Written for the @klarosummerbingo Klarosummer Bingo Event prompt: Shakespeare in the park

The sweat stung her eyes as Caroline helped Bonnie lift the unwieldy metal archway from the pristine lawn, wondering if Matt’s beat-up truck bed would be long enough to transport it back to the park where the rest of their theater group had started building the sets. The Shakespeare in the Park Event was going to be a success; Caroline had put too much of herself into the pre-production planning to let it all fall apart now. Even if their flighty director Sibyl had decided at the latest minute to turn this year’s production of Titus Andronicus into a fusion Western.

Because of the last-minute changes, she and Bonnie had been scrambling to source low-cost props that would transform the production sets into an Old West-style town with a Shakespearian twist. To help stretch their meager budget, Caroline had the brilliant idea to drive around the fancier side of town on trash collection day to see if they spotted any furniture that could be repurposed.

“You know, all this dumpster diving could’ve been avoided if you’d just played nice with Damon,” Bonnie grumbled as she struggled to hold up her end of the metal structure. “I know he’s a jerk, but he’s Stefan’s brother and agent and he convinced Stefan to star in the production for free to boost ticket sales. He even offered to pay for the set costs; all he wanted was—”

She shook her head violently, nearly adding another dent to Matt’s battered fender. “Was for the female cast to agree to a gross version of ‘Girls Gone Wild’ theater edition calendar as part of the promotional materials. It’s one thing to celebrate the female form, but another to make it mandatory for the entire female cast. I shut that shit down as soon as Sibyl brought it to me.”

Bonnie awkwardly cleared her throat, telling her quietly, “Oh. Um, I didn’t realize that’s what he was after. I just overheard him ask Sibyl for the girls to do some promotional posters. I didn’t know about that part of it.” Grunting under the weight of the archway, her tone turned outraged as she added, “To hell with Damon then. We don’t need his help.”

“Exactly,” Caroline nodded, using the corner of her t-shirt sleeve to wipe her sweaty forehead. She recalled with a pang that in addition to their concerns about sourcing props, they still hadn’t cast the lead, Tamora, the Bandit Queen. Normally, anyone in their theater group would relish the opportunity to play such a well-written villain, but everyone knew that it would mean sharing almost every scene with the other lead, Titus, who’d be played by Stefan.

While Stefan was a classically trained actor whose enviable professional career included numerous Broadway productions and several well-known Indie film accolades, behind the scenes, he was a pompous ass who clearly thought his talent allowed him to rise above common manners...and hygiene. Apparently, he was in the middle of a durian fruit and fermented soybean paste juice cleanse that made him smell like an outhouse in July and the organic sardine oil hair gel he insisted on wearing made one’s eyes water if you got too close.

Caroline sighed in exasperation, “Can’t you just play Tamora this one time? Sibyl’s getting desperate and she’s one crazy eye twitch away from making us meditate underwater to commune with our inner siren. Again.”

“Nope. Besides, it’s just like Demetrius says in Act 2: ‘She is a woman, therefore must be wooed.’ So far, no one’s done much to woo me into taking this role. Let’s just stall a bit longer. Surely some nitwit will stupidly volunteer because Stefan’s their sad little celebrity crush.”

Caroline favored her friend with a small smile, hoping she was right. She tossed Bonnie several bungee cords and began tying down the archway to make sure it didn’t fall out of the truck when she heard a woman’s indignant screech.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing; traipsing about our lawn as though you lived here?”

They both looked up to see an intimidatingly beautiful blonde come storming out of the impressive colonial-style mansion, waving her arms angrily at the truck. Following close at her heels was an equally attractive man with a dimpled smirk, and Caroline inwardly questioned whether a free archway was worth what looked like an exasperating conversation.

“We were careful not to step on your flowerbeds,” she called out, wondering what the big deal was, “and your gardener told us that you’d approved the removal of the archway to be tossed out on trash day. Since you didn’t want it, we’re repurposing it.”

The blonde crossed her arms, eyeing Caroline’s paint-stained t-shirt and cutoff shorts disdainfully. “Do you just flit through posh neighborhoods, collecting rubbish then?”

A frown crossed the handsome man’s face, and he hissed, “That’s enough, Rebekah.” He stepped forward, offering his hand for Caroline to shake as he introduced himself. “I’m Klaus, and this vengeful harpy is my sister, Rebekah.” He gestured toward the legs of the archway that Bonnie had been struggling to tie down. “And yes, the gardener had been instructed to toss that out. Do you need any help making it secure?”

“Honestly, brother, the blonde doesn’t look particularly discerning. I’m sure offering to buy her a beer would require less effort and produce the same results.”

Caroline felt her temper flare, but she didn’t have time to get into it with whatever crippling insecurities this woman had dragged with her into adulthood. She also saw that familiar vicious smile of Bonnie’s, the one that had signaled two separate brawls down at the Mystic Bar and the super-charged prune and apricot laxative in an ex’s drink. She quickly said, “I’m Caroline and that’s Bonnie. We’re out looking for things we could turn into props for our local theater group. Bonnie, why don’t you get them a flyer out of the front seat?”

Bonnie ungraciously thrust the flyer at Klaus, who immediately seemed intrigued by the unique Old West-inspired wanted poster that formed the background of the ad. “You’re performing Titus Andronicus as a Western,” he asked, a healthy bit of skepticism in his accented voice as he said dryly, “That’s one of those creative ventures that’s either positively inspired or sheer madness.”

“It can be two things,” Caroline cheerfully agreed as she helped him secure the remaining side of the metalwork into the truck bed.

Klaus chuckled, sharing a smile with her that made her grateful for the already stifling morning so he would assume she was just flushed from the heat. His tone turned thoughtful as he offered, “Actually love, if you’re searching for pieces to help sell the Old West atmosphere, there’s some leftover ceiling beams from when we remodeled the downstairs study — perhaps they could be made into a fence? In fact, I happen to have some kits leftover to transform pieces into more of an antique woodgrain appearance if you’d like to have them.”

Caroline’s eyes lit up with wonder. “That sounds perfect, thank you!” She did her best not to fidget under his warm gaze, trying to sound casual as she asked, “Uh, do you maybe want to stop by the park sometime to see how the sets are coming along?” She caught the teasing little half-grin on Bonnie’s face and knew she’d hear all about it later.

“I’d be honored,” he quickly answered, that accent of his doing fluttery things to her stomach that Caroline was helpless to ignore.

“Really, you’d offer utter strangers African mahogany,” Rebekah scoffed, snatching the flyer from Klaus.

While Caroline had no idea what that actually meant, from the way the tips of his ears reddened, it sounded like their production company just received an unexpected windfall. As Bonnie was texting Jeremy to bring his truck over to pick up Klaus’ generous donation, an odd, strangled noise came out of the angry blonde that made everyone glance over in surprise.

“You’re part of the Shakespeare in the Park Event,” she asked faintly, her perfectly manicured hands shaking slightly as she seemed to be rereading the same few lines on the flyer in disbelief. “You get to work with Stefan Salvatore, one of the greatest modern talents of both stage and screen?”

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, telling her flatly, “Yeah, he’s playing Titus, the reformed bank robber returning to his family’s homestead. So far, it’s been...something.”

Rebekah’s entire demeanor changed, and she was practically bouncing as she gushed, “I’ve seen all of his shows on Broadway and his movies and I’d wanted to stop by the park for an autograph but was told it was a closed rehearsal. I’d do anything to meet him!”

Caroline exchanged a sly look with Bonnie, who looked positively gleeful. “Well, as it so happens, we need someone to play Tamora...”

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