#seed library

[shapethings]

[hausamoon]

You can’t sit with us.

[primediscipleofthekingofthieves]

My dear wife has limited space but is making the most of it.

[thestudentfarmer]

🥳🥳🥳🥳

The cucumbers are starting to come in, ive picked 8 that are about 11-13 inch long with more to come :)

The front side pics only today, since the back is weirdly sparse at the moment.

Guranteed there will be a few hidden ones ive missed too. This is 3 or 4 plants, a couple died before taking off almost overnight so I'm not entirely sure.

These are a striped variety of armenian cucumbers, I like them because~~~~~

🌱once they get going they are very prolific producers on few plants.

🌱Fruit can be 12+ inches long and I've found some as thick as a watermelon once (was not tasty. The chickens loved it tho!) Bigger than 1.5 inch wide tends to start getting seedy.

🌱They can get some whacky shapes.

🌱If established and given a watering 2x a day for about 10-15 (early morning, sunset/dusk) before heat hits heavy, they will generally continue producing long after most other plants have finished. For my area that's about 3 days of sustained 105+*f. These cukes kept producing right through the summer with little stuttering.

🌱Did I mention they produce a lot? I'm not kidding, we grew I think 6 plants the very first grow (other varieties have done very poorly) and got over 200lbs of cucumbers. It felt very much like the zuchinni grow season joke. We had enough for us, The chickens and regular gifts to at least 5 other households with plenty extra to gift to coworkers and classmates. 😂

🌱They are pretty set em and forget them, trellising them this year is something new im trying so I can work out ways to produce more food on a urban sized lot.

🌱personal notes, no cucumber urps :D so if ya suffer from them, this could be a variety to try.

I've tried a few other varieties (pickling, lemon, straight 8s, english) and not been as successfully as these have been. At this time their gonna be the ones we grow from now on. I'll try others, but like said just haven't had luck with them.

They either grow too slow, weak and sickly or the 2 times we got fruit they were waaaay to bitter.

These seeds came from a packet at one of local libraries seed library. I'll be trying to figure out how to save the seed this year to return some back (which is all they ask folks to do, is return seed if possible) if it's viable.

I'll be for sure bringing some nasturtium and hollyhock seeds in the next time I'm up since both produced well this time :)

I don't wanna endorse any one seed page specifically at this time for addutional grow info, Since I like to get seeds from local or regional growers (small business's or gardeners and hobbiest most preffered), thankfully there's at least a Wikipedia page with some interesting info and an edu page too :)

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armenian_cucumber

https://extension.usu.edu/yardandgarden/research/cucumber-in-the-garden

That's it for today :)

🌱🌱Happy Homesteading and Gardening 🌱🌱

6.15.2024

[petula-xx]

My local library has started a little seed library.

Today I dropped off some of my own saved seeds and ended up coming home with seeds of something I'd never heard of until today - Mad Hatter Capsicums.

This is a pic of what they apparently look like.

Has anyone grown these before? Any useful info will be very much appreciated!

[korva-the-raven]

Perfection. I love Little Free Libraries and all their variations, but this seed library is one of the best.

Butterfly Repopulation Station in Portland

Free seeds, information and also a patch of milkweed for Monarch Butterflies

[jazmatazzzzzz]

A sweet seed library <3

[inkcurlsandknives]

Today I found out my public library has a seed library???? It's at the branch right near my work! I went at lunch and you can just get 5 free seed packets I got basil, cilantro, oregano, arugula, and larkspur! I'm thrilled I love spring and public resources.

Got em in the ground just in time the rest of the week is supposed to rain! Perfect for seedlings

Plus now I know what to do when I buy a seed packet and plant 50 seeds and have 200 left over, instead of hopelessly stashing them in my fridge for 2-3 years and all the seeds going to waste. I can donate to the library they'll bag up the seeds into smaller packets for other folks. I love it!

So what I'm saying is even if you don't care much for reading get a library card, go use those sweet sweet public resources so they can justify offering them

[gchqbot]

[the-lemonaut]

A library of free-to-use Solarpunk art ☀️

A friend of mine launched this website yesterday, it's meant to promote human-made Solarpunk illustrations, so that we'll see less blurry, wobbly, weird fucking skyscrapers covered in vague green blobs attached to Solarpunk-related articles etc.

All the images available are under some version of the Creative Commons license! You can use them for zines, blog posts, papers, social media banners and so on, as long as you give credit and don't restrict others' access to them either.

If you yourself have an illustration you think would be a good fit, you can submit it here :D

You can find 7 of my own works there as well!

[thecrowsinthegarden]

Some seed libraries also have them! If you have one in your area, they can be a great source!

hi :]

where can i find native seeds? do they sell them in bulk anywhere for specific regions? Id like to try making seed bombs !!

This is a tough one, just because it changes depending on where you are.

You'll have to research what is "Native" to your area on your own and then you'll notice that you can buy them nearly anywhere. Usually just looking up your "city/town/province/state/etc.. native flowers" will be enough. If your lucky sometimes even your city home page will have some info on this! Sorry I couldn't be much help.there

[threepandas]

Bad End: Golden Cassandra

People don't listen. Not when what your saying, scares them. Especially when, what you're saying, scares them. They like to pretend, instead. That if they don't hear you? It's not happening. Can't and WON'T happen. That you're just a liar. Speading fear, for the fun of it.

But oh, when has reality ever been that kind? That agreeable?

Tell me, WHEN has it ever bowed to the tantrums of men?

I can't think of a single instance. Knew it wouldn't now, either. So, really? What was I to do? Keep trying? Beat my head against walls of willful ignorance, until the deigned to give? Hoping, against all reason and evidence, that they MIGHT, just MAYBE, do so in the nick of time? Please. I was hopeful, not a fool. Optimism does not render a soul naive.

Like the fall of Atlantis, the sacking of Rome. Great Alexandria burning. Everything was going to be destroyed. Rather dramatically, too, and rather deservedly. I couldn't and DIDN'T defend it. Try to change it? Yes. Try to SAVE them? Absolutely. But not once, not EVER, would I defend it.

After all, it was a system built upon the backs of slaves.

Death was the only reasonable outcome. Revolution, the Voice, of those unheard and in chains. Their magic, their power, used for the convenience of their so called "betters". It was disgusting. Vile.

Set dressing, for an Otome Game.

As though their VERY LIVES, their SUFFERING and SOULS, were nothing but pretty little plot points in someone else's PLAY! The indignities they faced. The starvation and thirst. Being forced to watch friend and loved ones suffer, Scream, DIE!

But Oh, at least the Protagonist gets her handsome meat to oogle. They'll know their place, as they play along. Broken nicely and so very, VERY greatful for her scraps. She can play at revolutionary. Or perhaps at savior, should she feel the need. Assuming she doesn't leave them in chains.

And I? Oh I am supposed to play dress up and face her, in some sick "duel" of love! Abuse and use to my heart's content! The Gods jest. For I will do no such thing!

I can barely recall the plot. Only that the gloss over the rather significant socioeconomic and political fall out that is sure to follow. The Kingdom is not going to survive. Should it not be one sort of Revolutionary revolt, it will be another. Corruption, stagnation, and willful ignorance are simply too wide spread among the upper echelons. Baked too deeply into the foundations.

Gods... I... I tried.

It hurts. Like ripping out finger nails, one by one, when I finally gather enough. Not even all that I wish I could. But simply... enough. There is not enough time, the rumblings of revolution have grown too loud. I... I HAVE too go. And... and I know they won't come with me. My friends, my family, the neighbors. All those who smile, nod, and listen but don't believe a word I say.

The pain is hollowing. A truely special sort of hell.

Looking back, to little cousins on tiny legs, helping you pack. With their round little cheeks and small little hands. Watching them try to lift bags like a "grown up". Your friends and family, treating it all like a trip to the country side and not the last time you'll ever see them. The... the day being... being so accursedly normal. Mild weather and gentle breeze. Like your world isn't ending. Like everything isn't gone.

Wanting to be wrong. Traveling and traveling. Wanting to be wrong. Everything mild, calm and sweet. A hell of self doubt. Every night and every dawn. Are you insane? Were they right all along? Were you reading signs, portents of Doom, where there were none? But still... you travel. A caravan filled with your life's work.

Every scrap of modern knowledge. A copy of every work and definitive artwork. Every play, treatise, and textbook. Every old Diary I could get my hands on and endless days patrolling the book markets. A lifetime's work. All spent in hand-me-downs and out of fashion clothes, just for this. The preservation of knowledge.

But what if I'm wrong?

Fiddling with the piles of ward stones, as I get farther and farther north. Closer and closer to the land I stashed away. Hidden, within layers upon layers, of ever circling bureaucracy. A magic rich grove of Gold-leaf Ginko. They would have been harvested to oblivion, if I hadn't hidden them, and the species is already endangered.

I have been using a tower I built (in a natural clearing, as I would sooner remove my own limbs, then a single branch upon one of those trees) there as a seed bank. Every endangered magical plant species I came across? I sent as many seed as I could, to my bank. Had even begun the lengthy process of creating automatons, so they could build a green house (carefully!) into the mountain.

Seems I will have nothing but time, now, to dedicate to that project.

As I get closer, passing through the beginning of the valley towns (that lead into the high lands)? My Family Ring breaks. The terrible Crack of it, a sharp knife to the gut, splitting the morning silence. Father is... oh Gods, Father is...

Yet, even before I can come to terms with this terrible new reality? Beneath my travel cloak and jacket, nestled precious like the love it represented, my Clan Mantle begins to snap and crack like popcorn. Enchanted stone beads cracking apart violently, with the lose of the life they were made to represent. Shrapnel tearing at my clothes as I desperately rip at my cloak, my jacket, blood already welling up from various wounds.

Pop, dead. Crack, dead. Snap! Dead.

I manage to rip the heavy necklace from around my shoulders. Already half the bead are gone. More, like lethal firecrackers, shooting off even as I fling the enchanted jewelry into a nearby leather bag. Scramble for a nearby heavy blanket to cover it. Blood stains everything, dripping from shallow nicks and shrapnel wounds alike. I... oh gods, I barely notice I'm crying.

The sounds have startled the horses. One of them even got hurt. It.. it takes hours to fix. I have to stop in the next town. Shaking. Shaking. I.. I think I may be shaking. C-crying. "To remember where you came from." That's... oh god. That's what Clan Mantle's are FOR. A symbolic gift, really. They... they could never have known.

That it would actually serve it's original purpose. It's ancient purpose. The reason they USED to be made. To... to show who was still ALIVE. Oh gods. I... I can't check. Can't bear to look. The sound has stopped. Is it over? Are... is there...? Please, gods, don't make me look. Don't make me KNOW, how few members of my own family are left.

I was right. Gods, damn them.

Gods damn them all.

I was RIGHT.

Bandaged, healed, I travel faster. Time is running out. It doesn't matter, now, which "route" she took. Everything will have fallen apart. I reach my grove and don't even bother to set up a tent. Wards before all. Better to sleep on the floor, then be caught unaware. I work around the clock. Feeling like clawed fingers are ever so gently, wrapping around my throat, one at a time. Tick, tock, tick, tock. And oh, the tighter they squeeze.

Barely... BARELY! Do the wards thrum to life, deep and powerful, before I feel some almost god like crash into them. My hands shake. Still kneeling in the dirt, from where I placed the last stone, I slowly look up. And... and curling above the golden trees? Shades of copper catch the light. Massive and leaning. Stepping on my wards. Looking down in annoyance, as they refuse to part.

(Distantly, I hear the horses scream in terror. I... I wish I could do the same.)

I flee. Scrambling without dignity, back to the seed bank's tower. Trying to keep out of sight. A hopeless endeavor, I know. What other reason could such a power Dragon be out here for? If not to finish what was started? But... but hope has carried me so FAR. Can it not carry me just a bit farther?

No attacks come. No insults or threats. Yet...

The presence does not leave.

I can not hide forever, for all that fear exhausts and bids me too. All my supplies are out side. My wards, at least seem, to have held? But how can I trust it? Knowing just how strong a dragon's magis is. Sure enough, the second I step outside? There he stands. The copper dragon. Just beyond the wards.

Worse still? He is a man I recognize. Which can only invite pain and suffering, as he played no small part in the revolution. Not to mention, his significance to that damnable Game. Was he "supporting character"? A "hidden route"? An antagonist I could not quite recall? I can not place it. He was THERE, but not lead about by the nose, like the others. Not broken, as they were.

Now, here he stands, light catching off his ornaments and nails. As he tap, tap, taps them lightly against my wards. In sequence. Amused. His eyes locked with mine and glowing from within. Fire and magic made manifest. The king was a fool to think he owned this man. A "royal gaurd dog" indeed. Ha! They brought death into their house, then kicked it.

A slow smile, spreading like poison through sleeping veins, creeps across that deceptively youthful face. Sharp, sharp teeth are revealed to the air. I think I may amuse him. Perhaps I have for quite a while. I have made it no secret, after all, that I know he is dangerous. Treated him as the threat he truely IS. Others thought it was funny. Would find excuses to shove me at him, just to see me panic. All the while, he pretended, like a GOOD little dog, to be polite.

His eyes had always been laughing.

And now? He doesn't even bother to hide.

"You ran away." His voice rings out, the barest hint of rasp, like the drawing of a blade. It fills the silence. Demands attention. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to find you?"

To be honest? I had hoped no one would look. That I had given them no reason to even try. Perhaps that had been naive. I was a part of the system too, in the end. Guilt by association. That didn't explain him, however. Had I wronged him? Beyond the obvious. (And the obvious sat between us, like so much rotten filth. How could ANYONE over look that?)

"Their courts burned, just like you always warned they would. You should have seen it."

He stopped to chuckle. Closer to a sneer, then a sound of true amusement. His distain and delight intertwining as he savored the memory. He leaned closer. Letting his forehead press against the barrier. Enjoying, reliving, his moment of triumph, once again.

"Ha, ha~ Oh, but you should have seen their faces. When they realized you were right. That you had warned them and warned them, but they had refused to listen! It was glorious, darling. They howled with such regret and fear. A magnificent symphony~ you made for me."

I backed up against the carts. The wounds from broken beads stinging harshly with every shift, like the screaming of the dead. Scared. Gods, I'm s-so scared. I can't possibly have invited this... r-right? I never flirted or... or suggested anything! So-! So why is-?! Gods, why is he here?!

"You can't run from me, clever girl. Not for long. You saw me and I see you. Too clever by half. They really should have listened~!" He broke off to laugh, a sharp mockery of the dead. Fangs catching the light. "But they didn't, did they? My poor clever girl. We truely were buried by filth, weren't we? How glorious it must be. To finally be free."

"But~! Did you really think you could escape ME, my clever girl?"

"You're not nearly so foolish. Open the barrier, darling."

"Let me in. Our revolution is over, I have won."

"Now you can't escape me~"

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

Soap who’s tried to get into reading, but just never had it click.

Ghost who’s an absolute bookworm and finds an escape in whatever old, battered paperback he can get his hands on.

Ghost, who introduces Soap to audiobooks. Who shows him he can do things with his hands to keep him stimulated enough to actually listen and absorb the story for once.

Soap, who tries it, a little more than skeptical but willing to give it a shot at least once. Who listens to an entire book in a day without realizing, totally lost in the twists and turns.

Soap, who finally gets it. Soap, who can finally escape into those same fantastical worlds with ghost. And ghost, who’s happy to share his escape with him.

[clandestinegardenias]

Homegrown homemade chamomile ginger tea that SLAPS

[leonawriter]

Okay so I was going through Ruina's Librarian scenes, to find moments where they talk specifically about Ayin, and I found something in Netzach's which isn't quite the "specific" that I was thinking about, but close enough.

Netzach has been saying that those who talk about dying don't actually want to die; they "want to live more than anyone, so they express that urge one way or another."

"On the other hand, when someone is genuinely willing to die, they end up disappearing silently."

And this could easily be talking about how Ayin never seems to tell any of the Sephirot or the employees what's going to happen to him. He disappears - he fades without a trace.

However... Roland disagrees.

"No one truly wants to die, man. They all seem to regret it moments before death. Well, it's usually too late for 'em by the time they realise that."

Which- actually, ALSO reminds me of Ayin.

Because.

On Day 50, when A is talking to Ayin, the "full self," the one who knows all of the plan...

"What about us, you ask?"

So, A - that is, the Manager that we've been playing as the entire game, who has been going through the suppressions and coming to a fair few realisations for himself (notably including Netzach's own Fearlessness to Keep on Living) - asks "What's going to happen to me?"

"Unfortunately, we won't be able to see what kind of forest will grow."

Which... just like Roland said, can easily be seen as Ayin the Manager realising only as he's finished the Light, as he's come to all of his understandings about What It Means To Live, that he... wants to keep living. He wants to see what happens next. He wants to be a better person.

And only then does he realise, as he's being told, that... no. The script and the science behind the Light meant that he'd planned this as a suicide mission while in his darkest moments, and unfortunately, there's no wiggle room at the end, when he's having second thoughts. They can't go back and change the past, they can't change how the Light works.

Perhaps he'd still choose to go into it knowing that it's the only way to help more people, but the fearlessness to keep living is still firmly in there...

And he ends up taken up into the Light regardless. Just as Roland said - it was too late by the time he realised that he still wanted to live.

[kegg-ca]

I just picked up a new batch of ‘local growing/sharing’ info cards that Prints_Matt has not only stamped for us with his sweet hand carved stamp art — BUT ALSO — he’s done FOUR new designs on top of the FOUR sweet designs he did for us last time (and now there’s different colours #gottacollectemall)!

🙌👏🙌👏🙌👏🙌

So shoutout Matt for being a local stamping legend + keep an eye out for these cards in places where one might sometimes find FREE seeds (for example: the Kimberley Seed Library located at Kimberley Public Library would be a good place to check) — and then please remember that these cards are also FREE to take (and the information included with them is also FREE to take, much like the donated seed packets these cards often hang out with)!