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The first day in forever that my mood has risen and stayed above neutral, yet the musical mood is running towards and Gregorian chants (thank you, YouTube).

Though the musical mood is more “Old Man’s Valley” than “The Sparrows and the Nightingales”, this one isn’t so mournful.

“Leave a light on in the night for me, that I can find you.
Remember when we both where young and reckless and so curious .

(1992)

g.co/kgs/hwC8rD

New Stihl shop vac at work, after weeks of broken or borrowed crap vacuums. I am *bouncing*. Over a flippin’ shop vac. 😆

date, up...date Show more

making half-baked capacitors

silver smeared on the kitchen counter

shirtless in a haze, dim but with a glow from the window, sweating in the still, hot air

I know the significance of this is purely symbolic, but:

A flower with only male or only female parts is called 'imperfect'.

A flower with both male and female parts is called 'perfect'.

But really, how you are now, in this very moment is enough. You are perfect.

I used “ducking” in a sentence *legitimately* and the entire sentence sounded a little dirty to me. Nice one, Apple. 🙄

Beargrass (Xerophyllum tenax) and
Hooker’s fairy bells (Disporum hookeri)

Both on the Wagonwheel Lake Trail.

Good morning!

How to categorize a fungal species’ ecological role using isotopes. (Not long.)

forestfloornarrative.com/blog/

First date-not-a-date feels like the preview of an auction, in which each person is both livestock and buyer.

‪Five minutes to squeeze into black stockings and fishnets and oh shit gotta pee now. ‬

Weird college kids are the best

This banner in my daughter’s school is... confusing... hilarious...

and apparently I’m *that parent* who laughs out loud and takes a photo of it.

No fair! This 5th grade “move-up night” is an orientation for the parents. No one told me I’d be sitting getting oriented. Trapped! 😠

My penance for hardly seeing my kids this last quarter was an hour spent combing a giant dreadlock out of the back of my daughter's hair.

Today is the first day of wanting to walk out of the shower and out of the bathroom dripping wet in order to air dry.

Oh, this little tree? ‘Ta’int nothin’ where I come from.

Still. Looking. For... (profanity, all caps) Show more

cookie confession Show more

That immediate sense of panic when a cat begins to hork somewhere in another room