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Reblogged from renancu
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my nerdy/activist/crafty/*insert snarky type here* rantings... woot.
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(Source: renancu, via stupidoldishlikelettersandsodas)
Wow.
Witchbane’s How to Grow Plants (like a Boss)
From Clippings
Here’s a quick and easy tutorial for growing new plants from clippings! It’s not as hard as you might think…
This tutorial works best for herbs & plants that grow like bushes- it doesn’t work for all herbs but what’s the harm in trying?
Step One: Materials
- A small jar (I used a jam jar)
- Honey
- Scissors
- A mature plant (one that’s been in a stable planting environment for most of a season) - I’m using Rosemary
- Water (not shown)
Step Two: Cutting!
- When you cut bunches off with your scissors make sure that you’re cutting close (but not on) the main stem of the plant.
- Give your cuts an a-cuuuuute angle so that it’s easier for them to drink water without their mamma plant
- You also might wanna make sure they have a few friends to keep them company c:
Step Three: Honey
- Dip the tips of all the plants in the honey- it’s like using growth hormones but natural & your new baby plants will love you for it
Step Four: Rooting
- Time to go swimming! Just kidding- your plants don’t know how to swim. Yet. So make sure that when you do place them in a jar of water you fill it up so that the roots are the only thing submerged.
Step Five: Place in a Sunny Spot
- The last little thing? Simple! Just place your little babies in a window so that they have plenty of light & wait a few weeks (+) when their roots are an inch or so, before planting.
- Make sure that you change the water about once a week or so, that way your plants are less likely to get sick from bad water.
That’s it! Simple right?
Hope this helps anyone who might have been curious about growing herbs- I’ll try to post an update on my current baby plant here in a few weeks (I hope he survives- I took forever with the photos). Feel free to ask if you have questions.
Much love-
E
Doing this today! I hope it works!
I’ve never tried this method to clone but it’s worth a try, right?
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So, this is the intro to Mindfulness week for me Dec. 1 to Dec. 8. December 8th is Bodhi Day… Google it…
Day One, or So, you think you can build a shed in one weekend?
My partner and I have a shed to build. It was originally supposed to be built before Thanksgiving because she had her family stay here… And we wanted to build it. Well, she ordered it, it took a while, she left town, and it came. We knew we needed to dig out the yard a bit because we live on a hill.
Anyways, we dug and she got sick for a week.
Then, she recovered and we got back to digging THIS weekend… Well, we THOUGHT we could get it done… But, the Georgia red clay decided differently. And not just some tough dirt that may be hard to get out of your clothes in small patches around the yard… I mean 3 inches under the topsoil is a solid mass of clay around the entire 8 X 10 area… We had to get a pickaxe to break it up, and not only was it red, but it was yellow and black and there was quartz mixed in… She pickaxed and I shoveled. And when we finished the 2 X 8 feet area, I kept thinking it was so far from level or one side was too high. She assured me it was because I was looking at the hill while observing the level that my view was skewed. she was right. (Don’t tell her that)
It really made me think about how we all view our troubles. Its easy to think that someone is above or beneath us because one of us is standing at the top of the hill. Even when the two cement blocks were level, because of how far we had to dig the less deep side seemed higher. I mean, it’s easy to think someone’s life is better because it looks that way, and because we only know our own experience. I only know how far I have had to dig. I don’t know how far Oprah had to dig, no matter how she tries to tell me, as if Oprah is going to sit me down and tell me her story, lol.
I want to change how I judge people from my perspective. I want to be able to accept people and meet them where THEY are, not just where I am. I want to not compare my life to others. I also, and this is hard to type, want to ACCEPT my experience. No one else has lived my life but me. I just gotta accept that.
Day two, or why I ate a $12.99 burger on a full stomach…
This is a little raw and sore because it just happened.
Without going into too much detail, we went to eat, there was a misunderstanding, and pent up frustrations all around, and in the end I ended up eating the food I didn’t really want.
I feel nauseous. When I ate the burger, I thought I was just doing it because it was thirteen friggin dollars… But now, after further introspection, I realize I try to swallow everyone’s conflict.
I thought eating the burger, the Lump Crab Burger, would diffuse an already exploding situation. I can’t make people get along, and I can’t fix everyone’s problems. Heck, I can barely fix my own problems.
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I really am. I’m also putting my foot down and refusing to play mediator to a situation that requires the other two parties to speak to each other on THEIR own terms about their own conflict. I want to protect them both. I want to fix this with a hug and some tuna casserole. Great, now I’m tearing up and I can’t see the keys…
You know, no one really SAYS how difficult raising teenagers is. And yes, I’ve done it once already, my daughter in college… But, now I’m raising my son who, for two years, lived with his father (RIP Antoine). And because he has lived with his father, and rarely visited me, I feel like I don’t really know him. I want to know him. He’s my baby. He’s my blood. and I’m trying. I think I’m trying too hard, but what is too hard with your family?
And you know what? No one really SAYS how hard it is to be a widow. Grief is always something private and you’re supposed to come out on the other side prepared to continue with life. My ex-husband and I were separated for 10 years this year. He died this year. At 36. At one point in our mutual timeline, we were best friends. We were newlyweds, we were new parents, we were a unit. Somewhere between there and here, we stopped being those things to each other. And to spare my children, who just might happen to stumble upon this blog, that’s all I’ll say. We’ve both been in relationships since. But, I didn’t expect to never see him again. Ever. I didn’t expect to last see him in the hospital. I didn’t expect to never get the opportunity to be friendly toward each other. I wasn’t ready. Not that he was, this was very sudden. But, I feel abandoned. And I might talk a good game and say I can handle this single parenting thing by myself, but I’m scared. Yes, I’m scared. I’m scared because there is no one else to blame for my kids being screwed up, if they are. It’s just me, and I still don’t know what I’m doing.
I want to know what to do when my son suddenly stops speaking to me. I want to not feel insecure when my kids come home from my in-laws for the weekend. I want to know the direct effect of what I say before I say it. I want to see it in a crystal ball before I say it to make sure I’m not scarring my kids for life.
I’m rambling…
I’ve had a crazy year. And, I’m using this week to reflect.
Peace.
But why? *dead*
I appreciate the creativity that went into this but it’s still just angel hair pasta and hot dogs.
Submitted by @StylisticallyAG
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Wow. And now I’m itching…
“Dr. Mohamed Babu of Mysore, South India, noticed something strange about the ants scurrying around on the floor of his kitchen: after drinking some spilled milk, their abdomens turned white. Realizing the insects’ bodies were transparent, he got an idea for a stunning set of photographs.
Mixing different varieties of food coloring along with sugar, water and a waxy base, he set out small droplets of liquid on a white plastic sheet outside in his garden and let the ants do the rest.
‘As the ant’s abdomen is semi-transparent, the ants gain the colors as they sip the liquid,’ he said.
Striving to get the best possible photos, Babu ran into an unexpected problem: too many ants. ‘I really toiled to get a photo. The crowd always used to become unmanageable within a few minutes and while I managed my camera with my right hand, my left hand was busy removing the extra ants.’ After a number of repeated attempts, he finally got the photos he was looking for.
‘Curiously, the ants preferred light colors—yellow and green. The darker green and blue drops had no takers, until there was no space around the preferred yellow and green drops.’ Some of the ants even wandered between the colors, creating unique mixtures of different hues inside their own stomachs.”
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via just-a-little-loopy)
