#nutrients in soil

[3liza]

incredible to me that in the age of spending minimum $100 for groceries for one person every three weeks where i live, people are still online like "dairy is bad for you because it has a lot of calories". at this point im calculating calories per dollar at the grocery store and youre still stuck in "fat bad" mindset from 1980. you are an absurd person to me. laughable

[carolkeiter]

Soul of Soil | A Living, Breathing Entity

it was first at environmental awareness several day exhibitions at the University of Arizona in Tucson that I learned about the qualities of soil. Prior to that, i had never thought about it. It is what is in the soil that provides nutrients to the food that grows from it. This article, The Soul of Soil reminds me of this.  Screenshot “Recognizing soil as a form of life reframes our perception…

[ryllen]

do u know that even the size of the different size of vegetables at another country amazed me because from where i came from they are all smaller and scrawnier

[plantanarchy]

as much as i dislike horticulture's reliance on peat in soil mixes, there's yet to be a good alternative for large-scale growing and uhhhh there are no peat bogs in the US. the entirety of our potting soil supply comes from canada. so canadian tariffs are going to cause some big issues for the industry.

[ryoalouette]

Machi's #15 DPxDC Idea

Bruce couldn't understand what was happening, or why, or how, or why, or when, or well, anything at all. One day he found two civilians, two teens goofing around the cave like two newlyweds. When Batman, with capital B; tried to interrogate them he only got mockery.

"What's with the long face?" They said before disappearing through one of the smaller caves. For a moment Bruce thought he had hallucinated the Asian boy and the Hispanic girl. Only to find the same Hispanic girl with a blond boy making out on Red Robin's bike. Plus another couple with them! And all of them were holding hands!

Then, a few days later, while he was investigating the lower levels of the batcave he found a black boy with a red beanie flirting with Jason, and Jason was flirting back? Batman had to pull everybody out of the caves and call for an emergency meeting. Only to find a boy with black hair passed out at the meeting table, using Batman's reports as cushions. Sitting next to him was a girl with also dark hair drinking with a straw from a coconut.

"Poor Danny," she said. "After all these years he still can't deal with alcohol." And then she promptly started to offer coconut milk to everyone.

He snapped at her but she only raised an eyebrow and left carrying the boy, Danny, on her back. And then the music started. Day and Night it would start playing at the most random moments. Samba, Rumba, Fados, Boleros, K-pop, anything went in, they even accepted petitions if the kids yelled loud enough. Steph had gotten in the habit of asking for Kill Bill's OST and Dick constantly asked for Taylor Swift. They even answered when Damian complained about their choices and asked for Chopin's nocturne. And then the batcave started to grow flowers! And trees? And the fruit was edible? What the heck?

"Sounds to me like you have a nymph infestation," said Wonder Woman after hearing his rant report. Batman stared at her like she had grown another head.

"I mean, flower powers, free love, did they have pointed ears?" Batman nood. "Yup, definitely a nymph infestation." Batman kept staring at her. Don't look at me like that, they are very common where I come from. The only solution is to wait until they get bored and move on. If you try to get rid of them violently not only you will fail. But also will risk the wrath of the gods." Batman kept staring. Wonder woman sighed. "I will call Pan to see if he is missing any nymphs and wants them back".

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

Gu Yiran runs after him, flashlight bobbing, and recognizes the room as soon as he steps into it. The darkened windows, the smashed furniture. Splinters of wood still scatter the concrete floor, next to a spot that’s darker than the rest.

This is where they’d brought him, at first. This is where Qin Yi had tried to bargain with him. This is where Gu Yiran had written down most of the list of ingredients needed to synthesize Lucifer, and swapped the last few for things that would explode when combined.

He shivers, then, or lets out a quiet breath. Or maybe he does nothing at all, and Zheng Bei can see it on him anyway, that he’s been here. Zheng Bei’s voice is gentle, soft, the voice he uses with young witnesses, when he asks, “Do you know this room?” He doesn’t touch Gu Yiran, but Gu Yiran hears him come around to just next to him, almost close enough that their arms brush.

i haven't been writing recently ... not quite sure why, but hoping it will come back to me soon if i just let it be and turn my attention to other things so i'm not giving myself pressure. to remind myself i have put together sentences before, here is a slightly old snippet from the part of ch5 of distance where beiran go back to the crematorium

[brbgensokyo]

calling something "otaku dogfood" its so real bc it is crap but i need it to live

[kindaorangey]

loumand people. i wonder if post-dubai louis thinks armand might have killed himself

[touchmycoat]

Okay trying out a pot of tomatoes and a pot of strawberry in the tank! Might end up having to relocate the grow light but hopefully not, that’s such a conveniently placed wall bit

[cleargreyskies]

This is my favourite kind of forest because nothing feels more like home.

[koifrog]

I’m approaching 27 which means that we are now in this unexpected period of life where we need to replace all of our “good enough for now” things that we got super cheap (or free from family) when we first started living on our own. I am realizing that it is VERY difficult to get rid of things, not just from an emotional attachment standpoint but also:

“Well it technically DOES still work even if it’s unpleasant and falling apart” (especially applicable to ugly/uncomfortable furniture)

“We don’t have to get rid of it, we can always repair it” (it is literally broken and falling apart)

“Wouldn’t it be Bad and Consumeristic to just throw something away that isn’t actually broken just because I want a new one?” (this one plagues me)

“Getting a New Thing would be way too expensive” (hasn’t even checked the price of a replacement, I absolutely can afford it but it would cost more than $50)

Even when I’ve fought through those arguments (which is very hard to do considering these are things I learned while growing up during the 2008 recession and struggling financially due to severe illness and death in the family when I was young) and come out the other side determined to actually replace something, a new issue arises. “How am I going to get rid of the old thing?”

“I can’t donate this because it’s broken or stained”

“I want to sell this but this requires a lot of energy that I don’t have (photographing the item, pricing the item, posting an ad for the item, sorting through offers for the item, arranging pickup for the item, possibly even shipping the item)”

“I want to throw this away but it’s too large to put in the garbage so it must go on the curb and I don’t know the protocol for that”

“I want to throw this away but it’s too large to put in the garbage and too broken to give away so it must go to the dump and I don’t have a vehicle I can use to take this there so I will need to reach out to family for help”

“I want to throw this away but I’m not sure how to do so in an Environmentally Friendly way”

This sort of situation is a nightmare for my mentally ill mind, and it results in me simply giving up and putting up with keeping the shitty item I know I want to replace and repeating the same excuses to myself to justify it enough that I don’t break down in frustrated tears every time I look at the thing I’ve been wanting to get rid of for months.

I’m sick of it though. I am tired of having to put up with being stuck with something I don’t like just because it’s not “bad enough” to justify going through the stress of removing from my life. I am tired of living with these things that I want to get rid of taking up the space I want to give to something new that I do love that I picked out myself on purpose. I am tired of my own happiness not being a good enough reason to justify doing something difficult or inconvenient. I am approaching 30. I don’t want to live the next decade of my life like I’ve lived the first two, just dealing with what’s been given to me and not saying no, incapable of removing things I don’t like to make space for things I do.

[fictionalred-photos]

[ladysatoru]

if shes your girl why is she watching naruto amvs with me?

[weweantica]

burned, plowed, disc’d, seeded, and packed!

[noodlesarecheese]

Finally caught up (again) with wbn and maybe I should have waited, I have Work to Do and I can't focus because I keep thinking about what happened and what's going to happen

[werewolf-femboy-maid]

"gEt a CaReEr" bitch my career is the ground get out of my sight.