oh god that’s creepy i love it.
I love the words ripe wheat because you don’t think of wheat as being ripe, since it’s so dry and lacking in girth, and ripe conjures all these images of lush and round and juicy, ripe wheat is perfect, it’s so quiet, so humble
the ripeness of the wheat in the vast green complete
i always forget
how much some people
just tryin to enjoy
some good records
and dear old bernie
Welcome to Maine: The way life should be | Christian Burris. This is apparently the sign that greets you on the AT at the NH/ME state line.
who am i trying to be these days
am i trying?
deep breaths have been hurtful,
but i am flowing and alive and listening
sickness grows but so does strength
and strength will flower and spread seed
i am doing,
Bread & Puppet posters
by Joel Salatin
I had no idea pumpkins could be blue.
Weber’s Cider Mill Farm, Maryland.
Oct. 6 2013
These are actually a squash variety! Called Queensland blue! SO DELICIOUS