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wildrungarden · 2 months

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3/3/24 ~ the Sue Mum I got back in October is spreading new growth like crazy! Tons of lil babies 🌱

#Sue mum #mum bush #mums #indoor garden #container gardening #sustainable gardening #vegetable gardening #starting seeds #growing food #perennial plants #ornamental #landscape #grow your own food #organic gardening #plant life #soil health

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yuriandtea · 1 year

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Brick Pavers - Traditional Patio A small, traditional backyard brick patio with a fireplace and no cover is an example.

#shade tree landscape design #perennials #mum #flowers #patio

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cookingwithkimberly · 2 years

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#harvesting our #chryseanthemums for our #apothecary ! #edibleflowers #medicinalflowers #medicinalplants #perennials #biennials #polyculture #biodiversity #growingfood #foodforest #healthiswealth #flowers #mums #cookingwithkimberly #webchefkimberly #urbanhomesteading #urbanhomestead #homesteading #selfsustenance #selfreliance #selfsufficiency #healthylifestyle https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj6SKOuOTBz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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softichill · 8 months

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The Sound of Nightmares unofficial transcript

(Sadly @queen0fm0nsterz wasn't able to work on this one, but is still important to credit bc I say so)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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[Click]

[Thunderstorm in the background]

OTTO: The guardian at the threshold. An archetype that parapsychologists have obsessed over for centuries. A mythic entity who’s appeared in the stories of innumerable cultures. No matter their description, his role is always the same: to confront anyone who dares cross into unseen worlds.

OTTO: In our last session, he spoke to her, or– through her. Even when I listen to the tape I can’t be certain what I’m hearing. Still, I’ve repeated his words like a sickness ever since. It went like this.

[Shifting]

OTTO: “Cross the sill. Sink in a twinkling. Cast aside the old sleep, to sleep again anew.”

[Otto puts the paper down]

OTTO: The Candleman, the Ferryman– indeed, the Guardian at the Threshold. An idolon on the inside, determined to [Hitting the table] Keep. Me. Out.

[Tape rewinding]

[Intro plays]

[Click]

[Shifting, electric humming, Otto putting something together]

OTTO: Noone was right after all. [Slow beeping starts] I noticed something off, while reviewing the E.E.G, and reluctantly, sent her up to radiology. At first I doubted the validity of the results, but the technician assured- curtly- that Noone’s scan undeniably shows… a pea-sized tumor, on the right-sided amygdala.

[clatter, humming continues]

OTTO: They maintain it’s benign, [click, more humming] despite the unusual ocular appearance.

[repeated clicking, Otto keeps building]

OTTO: This calls everything into question. The mass’s location could impact fear response, emotional salience, and damningly, dreams. And yet… I cannot deny all the evidence to the contrary.

[Lower click, Otto stops building]

OTTO: I’ve… pondered the ethics of informing Noone. She’s already so scared of her body that it would only send her spiraling. I can’t risk anything jeopardizing a revelation that might lead to Cici.

[Shift]

OTTO: From here on, anyone listening will think me mad. But, the proof is in the pudding! Noone’s… vanishings; her transpersonal states; they’re undeniable evidence of a realm- beyond our senses. It’s always been on the periphery, but now I know… it’s accessible. And she possesses the means to enter that domain.

[Papers rustling on the desk]

OTTO: My professor’s paper posits thus: “There are two requisites for entering the quiddity of consciousness. First, a gateway; places hidden amid our world. Second, a means to open these doors. And I assert that keys are primarily cut out of fear.”

[Otto places the paper down and lifts the device he was building. Humming becomes more clear, Otto sighs.]

OTTO: Either I lack his erudition, or his mania. My only hope lies in completing my labours. [Sigh, shifting on desk] I’ve not slept in weeks, [another sigh] and if I cannot dream as she does, I’ll never know how to enter- this… Nowhere.

[Click, audio cuts]

[Audio starts]

[Thunder in the background]

OTTO: [in the background] An ugly autumn night, isn’t it Noone? Swirling mist, they called it on the broadcast. A weather phenomenon unique to the Counties- a downpour’s not far off. But- a gift, may brighten the mood.

[Otto gets closer to the recorder]

OTTO: Here.

[Otto slides something over to Noone]

NOONE: O-oh. It’s nearly the same. Red, too.

OTTO: A chrysanthemum, like your parents left you all those weeks ago! An apology, a- a reminder that I remain as committed to you as I did then.

NOONE: Pretty.

OTTO: It’s a perennial, so it’ll blossom year after year, just like you!

[Shifting as they both sit down]

NOONE: I think, I’m ready now. To talk about… m-my Mum and Dad.

OTTO: (surprised) Oh. And why now? What’s changed?

NOONE: Because… I feel like I’m beginning to forget. And maybe talking will help me remember.

OTTO: Because you’ve been away so long, or you literally feel you’re losing your memory?

NOONE: Um… more like I’m losing a part of me. I can’t tell, am I the girl here, or- the one there?

OTTO: (slightly amused) They’re one in the same. Given all you’ve told me, they must be. It’s not you that’s different, but the physical space around that y-

NOONE: I said I want to talk about my mum and dad! When most kids have nightmares, or- whatever these are, they go to their parents to feel better. Here, I relive them again and again. And it’s all you want to talk about, because you think you can find Cici! Through me!

OTTO: Noone. The only way to find answers is to discover where you go when you sleep. Talking about your parents would be wasting the hours!

NOONE: Aren’t these sessions supposed to be about me?!

OTTO: Always.

NOONE: But I have no say. No control. Over how I feel, or- what I do, I don’t even belong to myself!

[Pause]

NOONE: I’ll do as you ask, but promise me. (Quiet) No wires hooked into my head. No machines. Not tonight.

OTTO: No machines, promise. [Getting up] I think you’ll enjoy what I’ve got planned.

[Audio cuts]

[Door opens]

OTTO: This bed was for shiftwork*. Now I sleep here more days than not.

NOONE: Oh. Pretty.

[Door closes]

[Steps on carpet, recorder set down]

OTTO: I’d like to try a sort of role-reversal. [Creak] I’ll lie here, blindfolded, depriving my senses, to enter a self-induced hypnogogia, so I can focus on your words. You’ll recount your latest visit, and I want you to try as hard as you can, to project your dream into my head.

NOONE: I don’t think it can work, but… I’ll try.

[Creak, shifting as Otto lays down]

NOONE: That girl. In the photo there. That’s her, your daughter.

OTTO: My sister.

NOONE: O-Oh. You don’t look much alike.

[Otto getting prepared]

OTTO: [Exhale] I’m- I-I’m settled. Blindfold on… Carry me away with you, Noone.

NOONE, narrating: …I couldn’t see anything-

OTTO: S-Slow down. This is vital. Speak, as if you’re trying to pull me in.

NOONE: …

NOONE, narrating: I floated through a darkness, with nothing at my feet. Then it all faded and, I was somewhere new.

NOONE: An underground brick tunnel, with a stream of… thick sludge passing through a canal at its center.

NOONE: I can still hear it. Jangling keys. [Dream ambience starts] Screaking metal. Do you hear, Otto?

OTTO: I… I can’t. But keep trying.

NOONE: It came from… a kid in the distance, struggling to shut a ground-iron door. The last thing I heard before the slamming shut was… laughter. [Echoey laughter, faint slam]

[Running water]

NOONE: Sludge poured in from the pipes that ran along the tunnel walls. I had no choice but to follow the stream and, so I did until I reached a section [Distant kids chatting] where I saw storm drains above.

[Dripping water, kids sound more intense]

NOONE: Looking up through one, I saw a boy’s dirty boots, and orange light shining, from a lantern on his waist. We locked eyes and he called out,

BOY, overlapping with NOONE: “Look! Critters already!”

[Children laughing]

NOONE: Lights then shone down from… every drain above. Other boys and girls wanting to peek at me.

[Children laughing, Dream!Noone quietly starting to breathe hard]

NOONE: Very suddenly, [laughter dies down] they went quiet. [Kids start whispering] I didn’t know why, until… I heard it. A rumbling through the tunnels.

[Kids whisper things like “It’s here!” “It’s finally here!”]

NOONE: They whispered together. “It’s here! Finally here!”

[Whispering dies down, rumbling]

NOONE: Do you feel what I felt, Otto?

OTTO: They’d… been waiting. For you.

NOONE: …Not exactly. Their joy, their bratty excitement… they’d- gathered for an event, and it had finally come. Like a holiday, that only arrives once per year.

NOONE: Running from their celebration, I turned down a tunnel, [wet footsteps] going until, I came to a junction. Overwhelmed by how many options surrounded me, I closed my eyes. Listening.

[Running water, squeaky metal detector sounds]

NOONE: The sound… came from the path to my left. [Faint electronic buzzing] I waited, watching from a distance, as someone crossed [squeaking] by the dark tunnel mouth.

NOONE: He carried… a strange gadget. And every now and again, its buzz, turned to some- beeping. Detecting secrets, in the waters.

[Metal detector squeaking]

NOONE: I hardly noticed the rest of him. But, I got a look before he crossed out of view. He carried a heavy sack, over his shoulder. And things squirmed inside. But, he was gone as quick as he’d appeared!

[Metal detector gets quieter, Dream!Noone’s wet steps]

NOONE: The sludge was… rising quickly [Dream!Noone: Ugh!], up to my ankles, and- the stink became so awful, Otto! I-Imagine it, waste filling your nose.

[Wet steps continue]

NOONE: Then, across from me, a small pipe became blocked, stopping the sewage. A grey mass poked through [Nome chittering], jammed in tight, wiggling to get loose. But… not until it fell into the sludge [plop], did I realize this… tiny… [chittering] thing… was alive! It picked itself up and- swayed about, curious of my company.

[Wet steps combined with Nome sounds. Nome makes noises through the next paragraph]

NOONE: The head was… was shaped like- those cone mushrooms, that grow out in Haitfield**. I inched closer to the little mushroom fairy, and… it began mimicking me! As if we’d been old friends!

OTTO: (distant) A friendly presence… the first non-hostile being you’ve met that wasn’t another child.

NOONE: Yes! He belonged there. In that world. Part of it rather than… a stranger, like me.

NOONE: Is… is it working, Otto? Can you see its little mushroom head?

OTTO: I think so. Maybe. Keep going.

NOONE: [mimicking a deep voice] Yes. Drift away, Otto. Drift away…

[Wet steps, Nome noises]

NOONE: A crooked net lowered down from a drain grate above. While I ducked to cover, the mushroom fairy didn’t. I tried to point upward but, it simply copied my gesture! There was a girl [little girl giggling] giggling with- ugly delight, sticking her whole arm through the grate, hoping to capture the poor thing! So I grabbed a loose brick, [lifting brick] and threw it at her! [Dream!Noone: Hup!]

NOONE: Hitting her arm [girl wailing] she cried out, while I picked up the mushroom fairy, [running through sludge] and ran off.

[Dream!Noone panting, running]

NOONE: After we were well clear, I put the creature down. [Nome chatters] It immediately walked off! Then, looked back, suggesting I follow.

NOONE: [walking] That little body clicked, jittery and… ungraceful. Somehow the thing seemed to know where it was taking me, stopping only once we came to a rusty door [metal creaking], leading to a maintenance room.

NOONE: Entering though, I discovered something else entirely. [Squeaky door opening, Dream!Noone gasps and whispers “Wow”] Endless piles spread about the room, some of pure junk while… others housed gold jewelry! As long as it could be collected, there was a place for it here. [Dream!Noone walking through the room] Mesmerizing.

[Walking]

NOONE: Only after examining a mound of keys [key jingling] did I understand, where this stuff came from. Everything in this room, had been dropped down from the world above over the years. [Nome noise(?)] The only thing out of place, was a child’s propeller cap. On a chair, tucked away, forgotten. [Nome chitter] I think that’s what the mushroom fairy wanted me to see.

NOONE: [Nome perks up] As if on cue, I heard the man approaching; the little creature hid in a pile of mismatched mittens, and I jammed my way in too. [Running, fabric shuffling, metal door opens and electric buzz + squeaking starts]

NOONE: I peered out, as he stepped through the door and began dumping out his… pockets. [Faint clattering of various things] Coins, rings, trinkets… [Clattering stops] Next, he took off his plastic suit, covered in- gunk. Beneath, was a bony body, his spine bent horribly. What I thought had been a sack carried over his shoulder… was the back of his head. Like a balloon full of water, throbbing and- swollen.

NOONE: But I could tell he was not always that way. He’d changed. Somehow become one… with the sewers.

OTTO: (more distant) I don’t understand. You believe this place transformed him?

NOONE: Aren’t you meant to be drifting into hypergocklia, or whatever? Seeing, smelling, hearing as I did?

OTTO: I can’t seem… to let go. I want to, more than anything I-

NOONE: [Imitating Otto] Try! That’s what you always tell me. If I’m trying my hardest, you have to as well.

NOONE, narrating: From the corner of my eye, I noticed the little cone sneaking away. The balloon-headed man was inches away, and in that moment, I thought of Jester. Of the Child with Gooey Hair. Of Rusty. I couldn’t do nothing, not again!

NOONE: Thankfully, [rumbling, clattering] that rumbling from earlier returned in that moment, stronger than before!

[Sewer Man notices and panics]

NOONE: The shaking destroyed the man’s piles, startling him into… an odd anger, so… I stumbled out from hiding, [Running] and bolted for my mushroom fairy, [Nome] and out the door! [Metal creak, Sewer Man notices]

NOONE: I ran and ran, and, [Dream!Noone running and panting] although the man, he wasn’t very fast, that didn’t matter. [Buzzing & squeaking] He had his gadget, and, that buzz followed wherever I went!

[Dream!Noone wading through water]

NOONE: Any sense of direction washed away with- the sludge that was now up to my knees! [Dream!Noone running & panting] Turning down tunnel after tunnel, I stopped, [ambience calms down, squeaking] hoping I’d lost him.

NOONE: All at once, those lanterns shone from above [clicks]. The naughty kids had spotted us! [Kids start singing a teasing song] Wildly they sang, “Snatch a gift! Snatch a gift! Before they’re all sent adrift!”

[Kids continue singing and start clapping along, ambience picks up]

NOONE: Their cheers grew and, [squeak, Dream!Noone gasps] and I saw why. [Electric buzzing] A bag-headed shadow appeared at the tunnel’s far end. Cutting me off. The man and his machine used the tunnels as if- as if the sewers had leaked into his thoughts!

[Dream!Noone breathing hard, splashing water]

NOONE: I tried to backtrack, but, must have taken a wrong turn, and found myself at a dead end. A wall of bricks! [Nome struggles] The mushroom fairy squirmed hard, begging to be freed! So… [plop] I let go, and the grey cone climbed up a pile of fallen rubble, and slipped through a crack, without hesitation, to abandon me! (Sad) Despite saving its life.

[Water leaking]

NOONE: The crack the fairy squeezed through began spouting water from the other side. [Squeaking and buzzing start up again] I pulled at the bricks as the man stepped closer [Sewer Man gets closer, bricks shifting], one brick loose, then another. His gadget buzzed and buzzed, when I ripped a final brick loose, [Sewer Man sees Noone] leaving a hole large enough to creep through.

[Sewer Man yells and hits the wall, buzzing and squeaking get farther away]

NOONE: He bated at the wall, grabbing at me, but, I was too far gone. His small, milky eye peeked through at me, until the walls rumbled, more fiercely than ever! The man backed away, overcome with horror.

[Sewer Man yells, echoey kids’ cheers in the background]

NOONE: The rumbling didn’t stop after that. And neither did the kids cheering from above. [Ambience rising] Whatever they had waited for…

[All ambience stops]

NOONE: It was time.

[Wind/thunder in the background, back in the office]

NOONE: Otto, you’re awake! [Otto startles]

OTTO: Yes, Noone. I’m trying, so hard, to see, to feel- to sense what you did, but I can’t. I don’t have the gift you have, and your gifts are not as commanding as I hoped they’d-

NOONE: (Upset/frustrated) I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat! I wish I could give you everything in my head, then I’d be rid of all of this.

[pause]

NOONE: Shall I go on?

OTTO: Yes.

NOONE, narrating: …It felt as if someone had picked up the sewer, shaking it with rage. Water crashed against the walls. I stumbled on and on, the tunnel growing wider and wider… A second smaller sound appeared; [distant nome chitters] clicks, and murmurs. Then, [nomes getting louder] out of the darkness ahead, they appeared, [many nomes running] scurrying so fast I couldn’t react! A hundred little mushroom fairies, rushing past me in a panic, escaping something close behind!

[Distant kids teasing]

NOONE: It wasn’t long before that something came. [Rushing water, kids cheering] speeding like [Dream!Noone gasps] a pack of horses tangled together, a tidal wave pounded through the sewer!

[Dream!Noone yelps, wave approaches]

NOONE: The wave was feet away when, [Wave is extremely close, ambience pauses minus the kids cheering] I finally understood. For the kids above, this was a blast. They waited and waited, unable to experience the wave’s power themselves, and that made them love it all the more. Snatching things that run from its path was part of their awful celebration.

[Waves crashes down on Dream!Noone]

NOONE: The violent wave hit, sweeping me away, carrying me back through the maze of tunnels. I swam up and up, doing my best to surface, and just as I did,

[Splash, music suddenly calms. Dream!Noone gasping for air]

NOONE: The waves paused. My body no longer needed to swim. And the Candleman appeared, floating… on some kind of… broken door.

OTTO: (distant, serious) Go through your encounter diligently. He holds the answers I- we need. Make no mistake: he is your tormentor.

NOONE: (darkly) ‘m not sure that’s true.

NOONE, narrating: This time, I was able to speak in his presence.

Overlapping with Dream!Noone: “Why do you bring me here? What do you want?!”

NOONE: He replied,

FERRYMAN, ov. with NOONE: “Cross the sill. Sink in a twinkling. Cast aside the old sleep, to sleep again anew.”

NOONE: I yelled back (dream!Noone) “Why?! Why should I?!!” Before I finished he said,

FERRYMAN: “Blight. Not within, but without. Here, all banes be set free.”

OTTO: More riddles. He doesn’t think I can solve them, but I will-

NOONE: I already did. I think… he means by giving myself to his world, I won’t be ill any longer. That’s why… when I’m there, no more headaches. No more parasites. No more tests.

OTTO: That’s not true, it’s not!

NOONE: [interrupting] I would almost prefer him to take me.

OTTO: [Standing up] Don’t say that!

NOONE: Away from here. From yo–

OTTO: It’s what he wants!

NOONE: Maybe–

OTTO: He wants you!

NOONE: (yelling) Maybe your Cici felt that way too! Relieved!

OTTO: [Angry shock, deep breaths]

[Walking, door opens]

OTTO: (whispering) No… (mumbling) I was only a boy…

[Wind picks up slightly in the background]

[Door creaks, click, audio cuts]

[Click, tape rewinding, click]

[Audio starts, storm continues in the background]

[Papers shifting. Door opens]

OTTO: We’re done tonight. Get out. To your room, go.

[Papers rustling]

NOONE: (accusatory) What’s this?

OTTO: Nosing through my desk, were you?

NOONE: My name’s on it. It’s my scan, yes?

OTTO: Smart girl.

NOONE: Wh… what does it tell?

OTTO: That you’ve got a mass. Growing on your brain- a tumor.

NOONE: I knew it. The cure. …How bad is-

OTTO: A mass in your brain is never good.

[Faint thunder]

NOONE: (about to cry) You should have told me. Why? Why didn’t you tell me?

OTTO: It’s not my practice to tell before necessary. Now, get. To. Bed.

NOONE: …Fine. [Sniff]

[Storm continues]

NOONE, narrating: But after the Candleman spoke, the wave carried me by the maintenance room again. The Bag-Headed man looked through a window, terrified. He was– opposite to those kids above. Living down there, he– he’d no reason to celebrate the wave. Instead… he cherished what they dropped down by accident.

NOONE: You see… each wanted what the other had. But could never have themselves.

NOONE: I’m taking two sweets tonight. [Ceramic chime, wrappers]

OTTO: Take as many as you want and leave.

[Ceramic click, audio cuts]

[Audio starts]

[The storm is louder now]

OTTO: [Sigh]...

OTTO: Perhaps I was cruel to tell her. But as she sleeps, I’ve been pondering the entry requisites specified by my professor. I believe he was only partly right. One need only to look at the theater of agony that the Ferryman’s created to understand fear, is an essential requirement. [threatening ambience starts] And I know better than anyone, a little fear can compel us towards discovery.

OTTO: As for the gateway’s location, perhaps it’s not a place hidden in our world, but in our minds. Is it not possible that her tumor is somehow this unknown gateway? An organ of transcendence.

OTTO: The apparatus may be unfinished, but its [unintelligible]*** monitor is functional. If she’s to cross over, in a “twinkling”, what choice do I have? In her words, you must try.

[Click, audio cuts]

[Audio starts. A machine is running and Otto is typing something.]

OTTO: She hardly stirred at all while I pathed the BCI.

[Beep, Otto stops typing. Something whirrs]

OTTO: All seems stable. As soon as her dreaming begins, the monitor should translate neurosignals into visualizations.

NOONE: (half-asleep) Otto…

OTTO: Shhh, shsh…

NOONE: [Mumbling, starting to become distressed]

OTTO: Shhh. Return to that sleep of yours.

[Audio cuts]

[Audio starts. Machine is still going, storm is outside]

OTTO: It’s past midnight. She fought as long as she could, but finally succumbed. This is it. Show me, Noone. Show me the other side.

[Noone mumbles, monitor turns on]

OTTO: Here we are. The image… a… kaleidoscope of black…

[Noone winces]

OTTO: An unnatural abyss…

[Noone winces repeatedly]

OTTO: Wait- a shape. It’s difficult to see… [Noone] like looking through a negative mist.

[Noone continues making noises of distress. Otto spots something]

OTTO: There! A silhouette! Ovular, splitting across the center–

[Static rises and Otto yells in pain. Ambience is loud]

OTTO: [Strained] It– it glares like the sun– [choking] No! A pupil! Near white! Oh god, it’s– it’s watching me! It’s watching me!

[Noone nearly yells in her sleep]

[Whoosh, Otto yells, machine shuts off. Audio is muddled for a moment.]

OTTO: (very muffled) [Breathing heavily] Noone? [Gasp] Noone!

[Crashing, audio cuts]

[Outro plays]

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*I'm not super sure of what he says here since the door drowns him out

**I don't know how this is spelled

***According to text-to-speech, google, and autocorrect, what he says here is not a real word and I have no idea what it could be. All I know is that it ends in -graph.

#little nightmares #ln #the sounds of nightmares #tson #transcript #the sounds of nightmares transcript #noone #otto #the ferryman #ln noone #noone ln #ln otto #Otto ln #ln ferryman #I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AAAAA life got busy for both of us........#But hey at least it's here before the final episode!!!!#Anyways what if I exploded Otto with my mind. To shreds you say

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plantanarchy · 2 months

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do you mind sharing more about the logistical nightmare of growing things this year? i'd love to hear more about it

Oh yeah, basically we have a freshly built range of fancy, brand new greenhouse that is just about finished but it's apparently zoned as purely production space so technically the public shouldn't be allowed in there.

It's going to be our new main production house and place we do seeding, cuttings, baby plants, etc so that the main houses and eventually outdoor area around it can be more aesthetically appealing retail displays that are easier to shop.

But!! This year it's not yet ironed out where everything will be relocated and grown. And the range wasn't ready for the earliest start of spring production. Anything that is grown in the production only house ideally would have a "home" somewhere on the sales floor aka a display where it moves out of the production house when it's ready for sale.

There's also a huge long term plan for the outside sales and display garden area happening that will take. So long to get ready.... Our entire several acre nursery is in the process of moving locations to become a big huge parking lot. The mum field is moving. There will be deer fencing. Patios. Gardens. An absurd amount of work and time that seems unlikely to happen this season

but in the meantime, no one knows when that will happen and also i am.. the main person doing all of the planning of where things grow and move and hang and when for the current growing season. In terms of annuals, hanging baskets, combo planters, perennials, tropicals, herbs, veggies.

And that takes a lot of. Thinking. Planning. Calculating. And recalculating. Then moving everything... having the manpower with the brainpower to do that is a big hurdle and also, there aren't good routes to move things easily right now either.

Converting our current production house to a regular house is also like.... it's so gross. It needs regraded and new benches. We'd need to take out all the production stuff (seed trays, tools, tags, supplies, etc) and find a nice home for it in the new houses. That also means all that stuff won't be immediately accessible from the main houses without going outside and up a hill.

The good thing that when the new production house is done it will be sooooo much easier to do production stuff. The flat filler will be living in there so filling pots will be vastly easier. There's a huge garage door in and out instead of an obnoxious pinch point. There aren't benches so I could be more flexible with aisleways and positioning stuff. Eventually there will be so much hanging basket production in there. There will be a whole separate brand new Dosatron injector for that house and the upper houses.

It's very exciting!!! It's also terrible. I'm tired.

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helix-studios117 · 7 days

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Halo Reloaded: Super-Soldiers??

In the somewhat grimy, perpetually buzzing mess hall aboard the UNSC Valiant, the usual suspects of Echo Company had convened around their sacred haven: a sturdy, albeit dented, metal table. It served as the unofficial repository for half-devoured MREs and dog-eared decks of cards that had seen better days. The omnipresent backdrop was a symphony of clinking utensils, half-hearted grumbles about the chow, and the ever-present, gentle rumble of the ship's engines—like a lullaby for weary soldiers.

At one corner of the table, Private Jenkins, a beanpole of a man with a rebellious tuft of red hair that perennially escaped his helmet, leaned in with a mixture of skepticism and awe. He brandished his spoon like a conductor's baton, orchestrating the flow of his incredulity. "Hold the phone, hold the phone," he implored, his eyes almost comically wide.

"Let me get this straight. We're talking about Spartans here—these are not your garden-variety grunts, but full-on, karate-chopping, judicial-system-skipping, laser-firing, half-machine super-detectives? And they wade through Covenant baddies like they're scrubbing bubbles at a bathtub gin party?"

Sergeant Hopper, the unofficial patriarch of Echo Company, grinned through his rugged, salt-and-pepper beard. His missing canine tooth lent him a roguish charm, or so he liked to think. "Jenkins, son, you're in outer space, fighting side-by-side with aliens, taking orders from computers with more sass than your grandma, and this is the stickler for ya?"Corporal Li, ever the quiet observer, allowed herself a small, knowing smirk as she cradled her tin mug of what passed for coffee. "Jenkins, love, you might as well believe in the Tooth Fairy too, while you're at it."

Private O'Reilly, who could always be counted on to add an extra layer of blarney to any tale, leaned forward, his voice a crescendo of enthusiasm laced with a thick Bostonian drawl. "No word of a lie, I seen it with me own eyes down on Harvest. It was like watchin' a ballet dancer with a bazooka, pirouettin' through a field of grunts, elegant but deadly, I swear on me mum's grave."

Jenkins, still wrestling with the audacity of it all, threw his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm just sayin', it sounds like a bit much, don't ya think? What's next? Spartans that can turn invisible and teleport?"

"Wouldn't put it past 'em," chuckled O'Reilly, slapping Jenkins on the back with a grin wide enough to park a Warthog in. "Imagine that, eh? Poof! And just like that, they're behind ya, ready to ruin your day."

Sergeant Hopper, sensing the moment ripe for a bit of grounding, leaned back with a creak of his chair that threatened its structural integrity. "Listen up, you jokers," he began, the laughter fading into a more somber timbre. "These Spartans, they're not just some comic book heroes come to life. They’re flesh and blood, the finest we've got, thrown into the meat grinder for the sake of us all. They’re out there dancing with death so we might just get to tango another day. So a bit of respect, maybe a tip of the hat, wouldn’t go amiss."

The table fell into a reflective silence, each man and woman momentarily lost in the gravity of their own precarious existence in this vast, cold universe. Jenkins fiddled with his spoon, his earlier flippancy giving way to a grudging respect.

"Yeah, guess when you stack it up like that, it’s downright noble," he admitted softly, nodding in a quiet salute to their distant, superhuman comrades.

As the banter resumed, weaving through the strains of interstellar conflict and the mundane gripes about life on board, there lingered a newfound appreciation among the group. In their raucous, irreverent way, they found solace in the shared spectacle of their existence—part comedy, part tragedy, all unfolding beneath the uncaring stars.

#halo #halo fanfiction #halo fanfic #john 117 #master chief #master chief fanfiction #master chief fanfic #halo au #halo headcanon #helix studios117 #halo reloaded #ultimate halo

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spindrifters · 1 year

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ten lines, ten people

thanks for the tag, @squintclover <3

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

** I went through and did this entire thing before realizing it's meant to be the first ten lines, not ten random lines.

marginalia / wolfstar, dystopia au

“A calendar,” he repeats, ignoring her raised brow. “So we don’t fuck it up and accidentally schedule an existential crisis at the same time. We can alternate.”

yours if you want it / wolfstar

And Remus doesn’t want to avoid it, particularly, it’s just that he ends up feeling like a right Scrooge every time someone asks after his Christmas plans and he’s forced to say something along the lines of, “Not my holiday, actually.”

the story goes / wolfstar

Sophronia Marsh, according to her nametag, doesn’t look him in the eye while he’s forced to register himself on his seventeenth birthday, not even once.

pomegranates / wolfstar, genderfuck au

Every cropped haircut and boy’s school robe.

a history of violence / wolfstar, jily lives au

The scars there are thinner and neater than his own, silver tally marks carved into snow-white skin.

commercial allure / wolfstar

Remus has spent six and a bit years by this point being forced out of his comfort zone by Sirius and James and their absolute inability to respect physical boundaries, and he is used to it.

forward motion / wolfstar, raising harry au

So maybe it feels more personal than it should, but Sirius can’t shake that terror of mucking this all up and letting down not just Harry but James and Lily and Monty and Euphemia, too.

death by honey / wolfstar

“Grease is perennial and the season for oily food is always, only your lot were the only ones clever enough to dedicate a whole holiday to it. Not a chance I'd let us miss out. Also, your mum said to tell you they’re coming round in the morning, by the way. Also, your aunt’s well fit.”

the helper / wolfstar

For a moment, they just stare at each other, Remus’s amber eyes huge, and there’s a half-second where Sirius is absolutely convinced he’s about to get yelled at.

until our ribs get tough / lily + remus gen, dystopia au

Her ankle bloody hurts, and she doesn’t need Remus to agree in order to really know what’s happened.

tagging @soloorganaas @impishtubist @crushofdoves @greenvlvetcouch @msalexwp @lynxindisguise @anemicc-royalty @narcissa-black-supermacy @sweetpeasandlilies @femme--de--lettres

#fic meme #my fic #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black

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thirddeadlysin · 7 months

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we bought mums and a few other fall-bloom perennials at a nursery this weekend and within an hour had more bees and butterflies in the yard than I've seen in the past three weeks combined 😊 really excited to get started on the fall planting so we can establish a real three-season pollinator garden starting next spring

#gardening #pollinators #i am an old

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gardener-of-vengeance · 7 months

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Chrysanthemum; Mums

It appears that the Chrysanthemum has taken over the plant industry of late. Every grandmother would brutally fistfight to get their hands a these grotesques flowers this fall. I can't blame them, but we all know we don't have time to water them... Please turn your attention over to Professor Chrismom. Thank you, The chrysanthemum is the largest genus of the Asteraceae (daisy) family, and has many cultivars with varying colors. Most of them are treated like annuals, but there are a few hardy perennials. Mums are usually sold during fall, and bloom for around four to eight weeks. They prefer good draining soil and full sun to partial sun depending on the growing zone. Make sure to gift your grandmother one or she might go on a killing rampage.

#metalocalypse #brutal flower facts #intended for fish only #so like yeah this is what i'm going to be doing lmaooooo

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sainamoonshine · 4 months

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If I ever manage to get off my butt and continue writing the Crossing Orbits series, each book is going to get progressively more stupid and buckwild than the others

If you want to read some funny book pitches, look at these:

Book 1: Four Liars (in space)

Gay and Lesbian bff Chuck and Bee get into fake marriage for a sweet free space house (in space), immediately meet and fall in love with much cooler love interests. Comedy of errors level of rom-com shenanigans ensue.

Book 2: The Great Galactic Hustle

Gay and Lesbian bff have now divorced and are dating the correct people but this has pissed off Bee’s mum, who is attempting to set her up with Chuck’s boyfriend for some reason. In order to get her off her back Bee agrees to take her little sister Willie with them on a work trip as an intern. They all get stranded in space (feat. two scientists in the middle of a torrid hate-hate relationship). Nobody is having a good time except perennial Himbo Chuck.

Book 3: Space Academia

Willie has an internship with one of the scientists of the previous book, Vopenka! Except they are stuck at a months-long science convention with Zeta (Vopenka’s science enemy) and his own assistant Caspian, the most averagely mediocre white guy in the universe. He’s a spy and yet still manages to be boring about it. He and Willie set out to make Vopenka and Zeta get along, but then fall in love and sort of forget about the events they just set in motion, to hilarious results.

Book 4: Cosmic Cocktail

Another of Bee’s sisters, Joy, has to go on a work trip for reasons connected to the events of the previous book. She leaves her son with (another sister) Raddish, who has this babysitting thing in the bag! … except that she’s crushing hard on the kid’s water yoga teacher who hates her. And the kid is convinced that said teacher is a mermaid and sets out to prove it. Shenanigans ensue.

Book 5: Space Hurricanes (with a chance of electron rain)

Lifelong UFO truther Zeta and lifelong UFO denier Vopenka get the chance to work with real life aliens! After 20 years of academic feud, she is ready to admit he was right… except Zeta is now obsessed with the Space Bermuda Triangle. A look back through their relationship, from hate and lust at first sight in their twenties, to enduring hate and lust now. The Space Bermuda Triangle is not real, of course…. Unless?

Book 6: Lucky Star (in retrograde)

Due to the events of the previous book, a woman lost in space seven years ago is rescued! She just so happens to be the presumed dead ex-wife of Joy’s husband, and mother of his son. Now Joy has to go and pick her up from the hospital and drive her back to their hometown… aaaaaand they get stuck in a blizzard together. To make matters worse, this intrepid space explorer woman is smocking hot. Yeah, so that’s not awkward at all.

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nancypullen · 9 months

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Monday

I can see August from here, and that’s just fine with me. Though I’m not a fan of wishing my life away I surely won’t cry if summer hurries up and makes an exit. The only way out of it is through August. Let’s go that-a-way. July has been dandy, though hot. I’ve learned that gardening here is vastly different than in Tennessee and I can’t expect anything to show off until mid-July. Well, I’m not talking about veggies, just flowers. Our Crape Myrtle is just now blooming. That seems awfully late. We were in drought conditions most of June so that may have something to do with the tree blossoms.

The sunflowers are blooming in spurts.

This one by the front steps has SIX heads on it!

These are outside my kitchen window and are just a couple days from showing their faces.

Another view of the kitchen window garden - it’s a jumble, but it’s there for the grandgirl’s picking.

There was a hummingbird in this shot right before I clicked, I swear. Imagine him there, bouncing bloom to bloom. This photo was snapped a couple of days ago when the Crape Myrtle was still naked.

If you think those sunflowers are scrawny, take a gander at the crop by the front porch. Is this the saddest bunch you’ve ever seen?

Believe it or not, those spindly plants on the left actually bloomed. I’d go ahead and just pull them up but the yellow finches are enjoying snacking on the drying heads. This is our second summer here and I still have a lot to learn about what will thrive and what won’t. I’m going to hit up the arboretum’s autumn native plant sale and fill a large part of the gardens with various perennials. Purple Coneflower, Black-eyed Susans, that sort of thing. Less for me to do, less to worry about. There’s only one other house on our street that has a few flowers and they’re mostly in pots. I don’t think it’s a big deal around here. Even with my failures we have the prettiest yard on Kathryn Court (it’s a low bar). I’m declaring myself a prize winner. It’s a participation trophy, but still a prize.

The mister is upstairs on a Zoom call, a photography meeting, of course. I’m keeping one eye on my laptop while typing this blog and the other on Glass Bottom Boat starring Doris Day. I never tire of her old movies. This one has Paul Lynde and Dom Deloise too. Solid gold. If you ever need a lift watch her in That Touch of Mink or Pillow Talk. Pure fun. It’s been pretty boring around here, and I’ve been fairly mum about the boys’ trip to Berlin and Prague. They’re having a ball.

I have laughed every day at the “proof of life” text, and have appreciated it as well. They are the best brothers, there’s such a bond - my mama’s heart is so at peace knowing they’ll always have each other. Those two wonderful humans are my whole life. Alright back to Doris Day for me. I may even go hog wild and have popcorn. Livin’ on the edge here in Podunk. I hope your day has been delightful. If it hasn’t, take heart - it’s almost bedtime and you can start fresh tomorrow. Little Orphan Annie, Scarlett O’Hara, Ann Shirley, anyone will tell you that that tomorrow is a fresh start. You can count on that. Sending out oodles of love tonight, take some if you need it. XOXO Nancy

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topoet · 1 year

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April Flowers and Leaf Buds

A set of photos taken Monday, April 24 of burgeoning perennials in my back garden. Lilac leaves wisteria leaf buds Virgins’ Bower & garden mums Poppy Candy Tufts about to bloom Hollyhocks Rhubarb & Forget-Me-Not Petasites flower & leaf Hey! You can give me $$$ to defray blog fees & buy plantssweet, eh? paypal.me/TOpoet