The invisible line between the solavellan fans reblogging Trick Weekes' recent posts about Solas and his uhhh tastes and the Solas fans quietly ignoring them.

State of the garden address:

Yeah it looks like shit. So does the bigger one. I've put in some work; Jacob and Phantom have put in some work. But now it's time to really push, because the starting gun has gone off and there are now quite a few things I could be planting. Lettuce, spinach, carrots, collards, kale, kohlrabi, parsnips, peas, radishes, turnips, and beets.

I'd love to get a 3x whatever bed cleared today. I usually do 3x [width of garden] beds, rather than rows, because it's more space efficient and makes it easier not to compact the soil.

This year I'd really like to do mixed plantings within those beds to make individual beds more genetically diverse, for integrated pest management purposes. That is, if you have, say, a bunch of collards plants and they're all in a row, touching at the fullest extent of their growth like they're supposed to, then it's very easy for harlequin bugs to come along and infest the entire bed. But if the next plant over is a radish, and then a row of beets, the bugs have to work harder to get to all your collards.

Well. Here we go.

Thankful for these signs of spring.

So Jacob and I are confirmed for demonstrating a collaborative project for the upcoming local blacksmithing event. Here's a sneak peek at what we're aiming for.

Computer died, and when I reloaded, Tumblr's UI was all fucked. Is that Tumblr-side, or me-side?

Another one about my husband, because I entertained a friend of his with this fact yesterday: Phantom, the boy, me, we all have computers fully capable of playing the latest generation of video games. Jacob bought them as gifts, unasked in all cases, working with the bestie to get the best value per money on each build. The boy's graphics card came from a lottery the bestie won, during the period where you almost couldn't get the high end cards for love nor money. Jacob? Does not have a computer. He uses his shitty work laptop, and when something he needs is locked out on that, he uses my 7 year old laptop.

Shoutout also to the bestie, though, while I'm at it. Not only did he design the pc builds and provide high-end used parts whenever he upgrades his own setup, as well as gifting us various peripherals, most of our consoles up to and including the PS5 were straight-up gifts. And no, he's not rich. He works in a warehouse. He just has his priorities, same as my husband, and we're very blessed to be among them.

Neither of them can express an emotion to save their lives, and I have raised my own son to be different, but nonetheless, as the poem goes, I love the way men love.

This paragraph from my Master Gardeners manual is like those pictures of a fishing boat with a giant monster passing half-seen underneath. Like....I don't know. That's scary.