i was talking to my botany professor friday night about isoetes and it turns out he has some up in the greenhouse that he uses to teach about them that have been there for literally decades now but one time he went to a conference and came back and their tank was DRY (they’re semi-aquatic plants) and he watered them right away but only 2 survived but unbeknownst to him they had all Fear Nutted in their final moments and two weeks later he had what he described as ‘a lawn’ of baby isoetes sprouting in the tank and that’s why we have four trays of them now and just. god i love those dumb funky prehistoric shits
“Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.”
Y’know, NaNoWriMo isn’t actually about getting 50,000 words in 30 days
Yeah, that’s the Goal – but it’s not what it’s about
NaNoWriMo is about sitting down, starting a project, and learning to manage that project and keep going even when it gets hard
it’s about building skills and forming habits and developing discipline and learning more about yourself as a creator so you can get a sense for what writing methods do/don’t work for you
its about trying things – about making discoveries and making mistakes, and about making progress without getting mired in the minutia so you end the month with more words than you had when you started
It’s framed like a contest ‘cause goals and prizes make things fun, but you’re only really playing against yourself
50,000 words is only a target to shoot for ‘cause without a target it’s pretty hard to practice your aim
It is, and I cannot stress this seriously enough, also about making the people in your life respect your writing time.
remnant population:elderly farm colonist decides to be left behind when her family and all her neighbors get transferred to a different planet by the corporation that owns their colony. it’s very genteel and practical and relaxed in its own way and it’s certainly the only book of its kind when it comes to old age and autonomy and love for ones own wild self.
the hidden life of trees:a wonderfully conversational and accessible work about how trees fit together in a proper forest community and the ways and means by which they communicate and care for one another and what that looks like on a molecular level.
the silent gondoliers:a short little sonnet of a book in the same sunsoaked style as the princess bride that deserves to exist purely on the basis of its own lovelorn Niceness.
on the edge of gone: genre fiction trying to start a conversation with its own genre but not in a way that makes you wanna dunk it into the sun. autistic girl gets stranded with her alcoholic mum on the day of the apocalypse and has to contend with a world that doesn’t think people like her deserve resources. remarkably gentle and worthy of your time.
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