

“Of all the coffee I have met in my travels, coffee was the most …coffee.”
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“Of all the coffee I have met in my travels, coffee was the most …coffee.”
This is the way to beer trees
Careful, I’ve read that hop roots can go lateral and push up or break concrete in its way. They can live a long time and have plenty of ways to ruin a nice concrete pour. They become tough and gnarly, like tree roots.
Lookin fab, just be patient with them, they won’t give you many cones until the third year. My one Cascade survivor finally made it there.
Awww, that is so wholesome. Owls are such good parents.
I wish you the same. Live long and prosper. 🖖
Thanks for the kind word, feels good to hear it. I have a good support network.
#1, to my surprise, since I just increased my dosage for anxiety meds
Sorry, hope things get better for you and not stone cairn-y
Wado for sharing this, I feel connected RN
Brutal, but so true to character and all the story arcs that were hyped and dumped
“Ten Acres Enough” really helped me to put all the work on our 2 acres into a long term perspective.
Add distraction tags! Poor lil dude
Trail mix is emergency food, but it has to be the right kind. Not spicy, I’m overstimulated already, hot peppers would be a screen door on a submarine.
That is fantastic to hear. Keep loving yourself through the struggle.
Yes, to our cost.
I enjoyed the font and the idea that a lost soul is texting Worf over a random screen. Could be a PADD, could be a scrolling banner on the Promenade.
Can I Borrow A Cup of Love? -The Musical Trembling of Mike Wazowski