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Live from the Lavender Patch. Once the urban noise stops, you can hear the sweet buzzing!

#bees #gardening #florespondence

Watching women's football/soccer, but getting distracted. 🐾💕⚽🧡

The globe thistles in the garden are an orrery of purple flower worlds right now, with a continuous stream of bees like pollen space ships zipping in and out.

It has rained, and it was the best rain. Fat, steady drops for hours.
The backyard is nicely soaked through, yet somehow doesn't *feel* as content as I expected/hoped.. My spidey sense says it needs more. And more. And some more after that.
So since I'm not painting or anything, I might as well direct some of my energy towards learning how to summon rain.

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"Good boy!
You are *such* a good boy!"

Me talking to my new air purifier when the light changes from an iffy orange-yellow to blue😊

Oooooooooooh, thunder!!
🤞gimme some rain, come on, the backyard needs it🤞

When I think about climate change, I think about the Great Stink.

By 1830, London was the largest, richest city in the world. But the city's waste management systems had not changed appreciably since medieval times. Most human waste was handled quite simply: it was just dumped into the River Thames.

The result was a slow-growing crisis that lasted three decades. Cholera outbreaks (from drinking tainted water, though nobody understood that then) periodically wracked the city, killing tens of thousands. The stench from the river gradually grew worse and worse, making life in riverside districts increasingly intolerable. The government was too hesitant to take dramatic action, though; it tried instead to mitigate the problem, by pouring lime into the river to cut the stench.

It all came to a head in the summer of 1858. A dry spell caused the level of the river to drop, leaving the banks coated with mounds of what the newspapers delicately called "impure matter." The stench was so bad that it became known as "the Great Stink." Parliament, whose halls were right on the river, could not conduct business. The smell in the chambers was so strong that all the curtains were soaked in chloride of lime to try and block it. (It didn't work.)

Parliament was now faced with a simple, stark choice: do something to clean up the river, or move itself out of London altogether. Members seriously discussed relocating to Oxford and St. Albans, but in the end, they decided to act. Municipal engineer Joseph Bazalgette was authorized to build a network of new sewers, at the then-staggering cost of £3 million, to be paid for by taxing every London household three pennies for the next 40 years.

Bazalgette's sewers solved the problem. They solved it so well they're still in use today. But democratic government had to be dragged kicking and screaming into making them happen. Only when the problem made their own lives intolerable did they finally act.

How all this relates to climate change, I shall leave as an exercise for the reader.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_St

Craster, castles and mermaids (photos) 

Some further phone shots of a walk from Craster to Embleton Bay.

The first is looking back at the ruin of Dunstanburgh Castle, the second is statue in Craster, this mermaid looks to me like they are about to release that sea creature on us all for some amusement!

#photography

Mh / shit father / feeling worthless 

It's my sister's birthday today and she complained on twitter that our father was visiting her.
Mixed feelings galore.

1. Oh my god even thinking about him visiting makes me feel horrible

2. So he still visits her and not me?

3. No I definitely *definitely* do not want him to visit me

4. The fact that it's so normal to not visit me, but to visit her, coupled with him telling his friends about his daughter instead of his daughterS *still* hurts even decades later

5. Not made any better by my sister always denying there's a difference in how he treats us (he doesn't 'treat' me, except to a one sentence email on my birthday) ((also he has never been violent to her))

Cold thoughts for a heatwave 

For the next couple of days, I'll be holding scenes like this in my head to get past the heat wave.

These were taken by me from previous year's haw-frosts, which is my favorite winter weather to go out in. Cold, crisp and magical, but without the peril and monotony of snow to deal with.

#photography #frost

society if men could muster the words "i don't know" in any discussion

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