#sun #natural #dye

impulsivefarmer:


Hey, I need a new home! Please adopt me. I’m a 4yr old Bull terrier and I had bladder surgery to remove giant stones. Since this was my 3rd surgery my parents couldn’t deal with it so I’m at the vet hospital where the surgery was done. But now I’m ready to go home with someone who will feed me a special prescription diet and have me checked out regularly so this doesn’t reoccur. Oh, and I am the nicest, sweetest Bull Terrier you’ve ever met. He’s in Queens, NY but please share! He needs a special home.

From facebook

impulsivefarmer:

Hey, I need a new home! Please adopt me. I’m a 4yr old Bull terrier and I had bladder surgery to remove giant stones. Since this was my 3rd surgery my parents couldn’t deal with it so I’m at the vet hospital where the surgery was done. But now I’m ready to go home with someone who will feed me a special prescription diet and have me checked out regularly so this doesn’t reoccur. Oh, and I am the nicest, sweetest Bull Terrier you’ve ever met. He’s in Queens, NY but please share! He needs a special home.

From facebook

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#first #salad #from #the #garden

impulsivefarmer:

I was obsessed with monarchs when I was growing up. I’d gather caterpillars every year before my grandfather mowed the field and raise them until they hatched from their cocoons.

impulsivefarmer:

I was obsessed with monarchs when I was growing up. I’d gather caterpillars every year before my grandfather mowed the field and raise them until they hatched from their cocoons.

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frantickled:

More than halfway done with the dragonscale gauntlet!

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No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November!
Thomas Hood, “November” (via poetrist)
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