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pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

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beautiful-wildlife:

Mr. Fox by Bjorn Anders Nymoen

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achievement-hunter:

miggylol:

pumpkin spice candles soon

pumpkin lattes soon

pumpkin everything

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gwnne:

my partner tried to call me a sweetheart the other day but he misspelled it and I read it as “sweetbeard” and then I decided that this is what dwarf couples call each other

so, naturally, here are two dwarves on a date

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explosiventure:

awildholler:

Sweet corn, grown with no pesticides or herbicides. My field is never tilled. I cover it with horse manure compost every fall, and I cover that with straw. When I weed it by hand, the weeds are left to decompose right in place as a mulch. Squash and beans grow alongside the corn, and everything is planted by hand.

It can be done. We don’t need Monsanto. We need human labor right there, side by side with the plants. We don’t need massive petroleum powered agriculture, we need people working small horticultural plots, gaining knowledge of their specific land and it’s needs. Our land needs to be enclosed by wild space, fecund and full of birds, and bats, and insects, and snakes, and turtles, and all of the other beings that make an ecosystem function.

We can make a desert of the earth in an attempt to get high yields of low quality crops so a few corporations can temporarily get great financial returns, or we can have people spend their days bringing their food into existence, getting in touch with their bio regions, and building healthy soil and ecosystems for generations to come.

It can be done.

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praselizer:

Wind and Rain by ~CadenReid

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whiny-sugar-glider:

BBC - Hidden Kingdoms

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Harvesting a deer, it’s a bloody business. What’s ugly about watching a deer die isn’t whats ugly about hunting. What’s ugly about watching a deer die is what’s ugly about our need to survive. I think that a lot of people have fallen into a sort of moral trap where they rely on proxy executioners to do their killing for them. The same way when you put your garbage out on the curb and your’e not sure where it goes that’s like when your meat comes and you can rest on this sanctamonious feeling that it was clean and humane. I think what startles people about hunting is that we go out and have a very visceral experience in discovering where our meat comes from. It’s not just something that appears wrapped in celafain at your grocery store.

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