#beehive fences

[farmerstrend]

How Beehive Fences Support Farmers and Protect Elephants From Raiding Farms in Kenya

“Discover how innovative beehive fences are reducing human-elephant conflicts in Kenya, protecting crops while generating income for local farmers through honey production.” “Learn about Kenya’s groundbreaking beehive fence project, where bees deter elephants from farms, providing a sustainable, nature-based solution to human-wildlife conflict.” “Explore the science behind Kenya’s beehive…

[bobafett]

"the things we do for love" except it's me, a person who hates physical exertion and going outside, digging multiple 2 feet deep trenches in order to enable one of my best friend's gardening aspirations.

[jasminumdew]

Bear & Honey

Bear!Price x Beekeeper!Reader

Tag: fem reader, bear shifter John Price Word count:  638

It’s the second winter you’ll spend in this town. This one seems quite more brutal, with snow filling the ground in the beginning of November. Your beehives are all wrapped up, prepared for the bitter season. The bees started to become less active than in the warmer seasons since there were no flower fields blooming within this town in this temperature. To assist them, you mixed some sugar syrup and left it on the hive-top feeder. The beehives have been here for only half a year, so you’re not the most experienced when it comes to taking care of them. But your neighbor - John Price - was a great helper. You didn’t miss the way his crinkle eyes deepened when you asked him for help building the beehives. He sometimes stops by after work to check the frames or just to have some tablespoons of honey from you. He always offers to help you out, cause “that’s what neighbors are for, right?”. 

However, recently you’ve been quite concerned over his health. John seems to be vulnerable to the cold, you thought, for last winter you never saw him go outside. At first you thought he went out of town, but the dim yellow light of the heater through his windows says otherwise. The only interaction was that every two weeks he texted you, pleading with you to buy him some food and a big jar of wild honey. You didn’t mind driving a few extra miles to help your hot, older neighbor a bit. Poor guy, too sick to take care of himself, so you cooked an extra portion every meal then left it at his front porch. 

Last Sunday morning John went over your fences. There are bears around in this area lately, he said, though you’ve never seen or heard one, but John’s been living here for so long, so he must be right. Little did you know, the beehives are all destroyed by this early morning. All the honey was licked and devoured, even the frames were chewed and left the scattered debris all over the yard. You choked out a cry, throat tightening and eyes burning red, seeing months of your hard work dying out in front of you. It cannot be fixed, with the majority of the colony being eaten like this. The fences that John set up himself were also smashed by its massive weight. 

You immediately call John to come by, in fear of bears still lurking around. The phone keeps beeping but he never answers. Your heart was beating like a drum in your chest, since your houses were so close to each other, could it be that John has already encountered the bear and was attacked by it? You instantly grab the nearby uncapping knife and run to his house. The front door was wide open, deep scratches on the wall and his wallpaper being torn, the smell of grass and honey lingers in the air of his house exposing the presence of the unwanted intruder. Your body shivers, you slowly head to his kitchen where you heard his voice.

“John? Are you okay?”.  Before you finished your sentence, you saw John shape-shift into a giant brown bear just a few meters from you. His head snaps to your direction and runs towards you immediately. Before your head can even process what to do next, he pushes you to fall on your back, using his big furry body to pin you down. “Shh, don’t yell, calm down love”. Your lungs are burning from lack of air as you struggle to push him off of you. “I’m sorry for your hives, darling. I was starving, you’ll understand, right? You’ve been such a good girl for me. I can fix it in the spring, but for now, you’ll stay here with me”.

Note: this is my first time writing fiction so I know it's not really good, but I hope you guys had fun reading this.

[firapolemos05]

Juvia: Gajeel is very fond of cats but it can get him into situations. When we were younger, I had to help him get his head unstuck from a fence since he was trying to play with a cat on the other side.

Gajeel: THAT WAS ONE TIME!

Juvia: You were quite embarrassed.

Gajeel, petty: Not as embarrassed as you were when ya thought Sue was Aria's daughter.

Juvia: *GASP* That is rich coming from the man who thought he'd look good with a mullet.

Gajeel: Says the woman who tried givin' herself beehive hair. Turned into more of a bird nest.

Juvia: At least I never turn a room inside out at the sight of a centipede.

Gajeel: And yet ya wrote erotica of yer ex-boyfriends after they dumped ya.

Juvia:......

Juvia: *stands on top of the table and clears her throat* You're ticklish on your ribs and the back of your knees.

Gajeel:..........

The guild: 👀

Gajeel:............you BITCH-!

[enby-jellyfish]

All Coiled Up

Male!Naga X GN!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your

Summary: Cuddling with a naga.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, me attempting to be poetic, (probably?) inaccurate homesteading and snake biology, reader gets licked/smelled and (gently) bitten

Word Count: 775

A/N: Based on this poll <3

It is a hot spring evening. The first of the year, you note as you trudge up to your cozy little home on the hill. It is the kind of home you dreamed of when you were a little kid. The perfect size and shape, with plenty of windows, filled to the brim with all of your trinkets and a shit ton of plants.

Right beside your home is the farm you spent the whole day working. It has everything you need to be self-sufficient, a big vegetable garden, chickens, sheep, cattle and a beehive.

It has been a busy day, a calf got stuck in a fence and you had to plant plenty of new seasonal crops and do weed control.

Naturally, you are exhausted. You feel your body ache as you rub your neck to try and release some tension. You remind yourself your hard work will be worth it.

Finally you enter your home and lean against the door, closing it and taking a deep breath, your eyes shut. You stay like that for a moment before you hear something, or rather someone, and open your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your beloved naga.

His face is relaxed, eyes closed. His body is coiled up near one of the many windows, bathing in the sunlight of the setting sun. It is something he has been doing since the first warm sunbeams of the year.

You smile to yourself and just drink in the view. He looks so beautiful. The sunbeams kissing his face like they are long lost lovers, now reunited. The beautiful orange and yellow of his scales highlighted by the golden light. It is truly a combination meant to be, serpent and sun. Seeing him so comfortable is truly a sight for sore eyes, capable of warming even the coldest of hearts.

Your naga has a hard time adjusting to the switching of the seasons. A battle between his simultaneously cold- and warmblooded body you suppose.

It has been a few years now since you first found him that one winter night. You had heard a noise coming from your farm and found him half starved in the chicken pen, looking for food and shelter from the snow. You took him in, fed him and helped make him a mock burrow in the shed.

After his brumation period he offered to keep the predators away from your farm in return for your kindness. He never left you after that. You slowly found yourself growing to like him. This later turned to love, which was reciprocated with open arms and a warm smile that made his eyes twinkle like stars.

You remind yourself that you have been staring unashamedly for quite a bit now and walk into the room. Disturbed by the noise of your footsteps on the wooden floors he lifts his head and blinks lazily at you, first with his brille and then with his eyelids.

"Finally, I was getting worried you'd keep working until the sun had long set. Come" He extends an arm to you.

"Let me clean up first, I smell."

"I don't mind..." He raises his eyebrows flirtatiously and stares at you through his eyelashes. He changes his position to face you, chin on crossed arms on his coils.

You sigh, knowing you can't resist that gorgeous face.

His face lights up as you walk over. He opens his arms and loosens his coils just enough for you to get in.

"Just for a minute." You say, knowing it won't be for just a minute.

"Of course, my love." He purrs smugly, also knowing it won't be for just a minute.

You lay on his coils, your back against his chest. As you get comfortable he wraps himself around you. The whole experience feels tight but not suffocating, his scales are smooth and have a cooling effect on your skin. It feels safe and comforting, like being wrapped up in a giant weighted blanket.

You close your eyes, slowly relaxing into his embrace as he gently rubs your arms. You feel yourself being soothed to sleep by the soft lullaby of his breathing.

Your journey to dreamland is suddenly interrupted by the feeling of a forked tongue darting out to taste your shoulder.

You smile at the ticklish feeling. "Pervert." You mutter, not opening your eyes.

He chuckles lowly. "Nothing perverted about enjoying your mate's scent. Especially when mine smells as good as you do." He playfully bites at your shoulder.

You scoff and let out a laugh at his animalistic antics. He laughs with you, slightly tightening his grip on you.

Masterlist

Thank you for reading <3

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I thought that this house was in Europe, but it's actually a 1994 build in Holliday, Utah. According to the description, renowned architect, David Easton, designed this Cape Dutch style cottage and put his heart and soul into every detail. The roof is thatch (where do you find someone to maintain that?). 2bds, 3ba, $4.5M.

Interesting to see a clock on the exterior of a home- gives it a Bavarian look.

A "sally port" goes thru the middle of the house.

Too small to be a sun room, this addition is an interesting window jut-out.

How it looks from inside. This is the great room and it has a bar.

They don't show a kitchen or dining room, they go directly upstairs to the 2 bedroom suites.

The bedrooms have lots of built-ins and thatched ceilings.

Adorable beehive tiles on the fireplace surround.

The home was built in 1994, but the doors are antique wood with original antique hardware.

Isn't this a beautiful piece?

The mirror frame matches the door.

This bedroom is a lovely peach color.

There is also a horse barn on the property.

It's pretty large so I'm surprised that there's no fenced-in coral area.

The home is in the corner of a 2 acre lot.

[incorrectkakagaiquotes]

Gai: Kakashi is very fond of dogs, but it can get him into situations. When we were younger, I had to help him get his head unstuck from a fence since he was trying to play with a dog on the other side. Kakashi: THAT WAS ONE TIME! Gai: You were quite embarrassed. Kakashi, petty: Not as embarrassed as you were when you couldn't tell your teammates apart for a year. Gai: *GASP* That is rich coming from the man who thought he'd look good with a mullet. Kakashi: Says the man who tried givin' himself beehive hair. Turned into more of a bird nest. Gai: At least I never wrote erotica of my ex-boyfriends after they dumped ya. Kakashi: And I've never turn a room inside out at the mere mention of a ghost. Gai: Better than jumping and grabbing a kunai just because you almost a hug for the first time in years. Kakashi: ...... Kakashi: *stands on top of the table and clears his throat* Gai is ticklish on his ribs and the back of his knees. Gai: .......... The students: 👀 Gai: ............you SCOUNDREL-!

[babygirlwolverine]

Adventure

They were driving through Texas when Cas saw a sign for horseback riding.

“Dean, look, we have to stop!” Cas said, his hand squeezing Dean’s thigh affectionately.

An hour later, they were side by side, riding the trails on a private horse ride.

“You’re a natural,” Dean grinned, reins loose in his hand as he glanced at Cas.

Winking, Cas murmured, “Must be because my husband’s a cowboy.”

Dean’s heart skipped a beat, and he blew Cas a kiss.

Cresting a hill on their trail, something caught Dean’s eye; a property with a for-sale sign glinting in the sunshine.

~

“You sure about this?” Dean asked, hand slipping into Cas’ as they stepped onto the porch of the house, looking out across the ranch.

They’d talked extensively about retiring; moving out of the Bunker and finding a place of their own. Something about this ranch… it felt like home.

Cas’ smile was pure happiness as he replied, “Absolutely.”

Dean pointed out towards where the horses were tied-up on the fence. “Gonna build you some beehives over there, and a garden out back.”

Using their joined hands, Cas pulled Dean into a kiss, murmuring against Dean’s lips, “I love you, too.”

[captainjonnitkessler]

Did you know that in Africa farmers are using bees to protect their crops from elephants? Elephants are terrified of bees because bees can sting them in their sensitive skin, in their trunks, in their ears, ect. So farmers started building bee hives around their farms to keep the elephants out. Their tried to scare them off by playing bee buzzing on loud speakers but that failed when the elephants realized they weren’t getting stung. It’s gotta be the real bee!!

This allows farmers to protect their crops without having to kill the elephants, thus reducing the number of elephant deaths per year. Bees are awesome!!

I've never heard of this before, it's incredibly cool!

[aorticsims]

TS4 Lots that confuse tf out of me for simply existing.

Part 1/?: Celebrazioni D'Amore

or as I like to call it: Celebrazioni Del Voler Imbavagliare

I'd like to formally apologize to the simmer that built this whether that be Simlicy, HeyHarrie, icemunmun or CatherineGamesYT. I'm sure you mean well, but this build is atrocious. If EAxis built this, I'm not apologizing; the build is atrocious.

"The La Coppia Serena may be the local go-to for wedding ceremonies, but every Sim knows Celebrazioni d'Amore is the best place to host a true party. Afterwards, head into the gardens for a stroll or back behind the lounge for a romantic view of the sea."

Why is this room so empty?

What is going on with this beehive roof? And why is that one fence piece different from the rest?

In a world pre-pronoun/sexuality update, why are there three bathrooms? And for a lounge, why is there a shower in each?

These rooms serve absolutely no purpose.

Why are these considered rooms?

While this entire main section is not? Also the staircase leading to the roof is questionable at best.

The placement of these tables makes me want to cry. The placement of these chairs equally makes me want to cry.

This was a choice.

And finally, this fountain doesn't have a trim.

im going to tag @alltimefail-sims bc i love her builds sm and bc im not a builder/can't be assed to fix this monstrosity (i'm purely a cas simmer). feel free to tag other simmers in this post to give them a nice challenge.

[jhoneybees]

The Cowboy and The Beekeeper.(Chapter 1)

Hello sir🫠

Welcome to the first chapter of my first series!! I'm so excited to see what you all think and hope you all like it :) this chapter is written in a third person's point of view but don't worry the other chapters will be written in a second point of view and the reader doesn't have age regression in the first chapter, they will get it tho, I promise☝️ Thank you to everyone who took part on the poll! I would've had a hard time choosing😅

Taglist: @hooked-on-elvis @scarlettlight06

Characters: 60s!Cowboy!Elvis X Beekeeper!fem!Reader

Warnings/triggers: third person pov, mentions of blood, injuries, wounds,guns, bullets

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Deep red descending from a painful wound on his arm, caused by an enemy’s hot pistol. Elvis wearing a green buttoned up shirt that's torn and in need of repair. He rides his stallion far and long in the never ending landscapes of distant mountains, scattering heights of green trees and grass. He’s exhausted and the blazing sun beaming down on his tan skin isn't helping. Creating an uncomfortably warm sensation in the wound and making his breath heave from the heat.

He’s hungry, thirsty, just wanting somewhere to rest. Riding and riding over hills and through valleys Elvis finally spots a house placed in the middle of a small plain, with a relieved but nervous sigh, he trots down.

Once halted in front of the fence gate, he dismounts and quickly ties the leading rope to one of the posts, making sure to hide his revolver a little in its holster. His bloody hand pressing firmly over his upper arm, Elvis walks through, up to the front door of the unknown house and knocks three times. Getting no response Elvis Disappointedly walks back and just as he unties the rope, a voice calls out “Hey! Can I help you?” Elvis lifts his head and looks towards the direction of the voice, meeting a pretty lady standing next to a group of beehives, wearing beige coloured pants and a buttoned up collared shirt. He sheepishly smiles “Hello! Yeah, if i ain’t botherin!”

the lady snickers and shakes her head “Not at all!” as she makes her way over, she carries a hat with a wide rim, a mesh material draping over. Loudly sighing, she places the hat on a fence post and rests a hand on her hip “What can I do for you?” again she smiles kindly, her eyes travelling down to his arm seeing his blood covered hand, Elvis breathes out a chuckle “Well uh, if ya don’t mind..uh- could I rest here?” raising his eyebrows in question, he nervously smiles earning a nod “Oh! Of course! And something for that as well…” she states whilst pointing a finger. Elvis looking down with a sheepish smile, the lady picking her hat back up, she turns towards the front door. Elvis ties the rope back and follows her inside. Looking around the place, he sighs contently and looks back at the friendly lady closing the front door. She walks past him, unconsciously putting her hat on a nearby table. Waving a hand, she guides him to the guest room. Letting Elvis in to sit at the edge of the bed “Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back” at her words he nods and watches as the lady walks off. Taking off his hat and with one hand he effortlessly unbuckles his gun holster, sighing relieved.

Footsteps getting closer and closer, holding a wooden box the lady returns “Alright! Now let’s take a look..uhm, could you take your shirt off please?” She smiles awkwardly earning a small grin from Elvis, taking a seat next to him, she waits for him to finish removing his torn shirt. The lady uncovers the box and rummages inside “How did you get the wound?” she asks, Elvis rubbing the back of his neck “Ah got in a bit of a tussle with some folks…” the lady nods “Hmm was it from a gun?” With a slow hesitant nod Elvis sighs “Yeah…” with a second nod, the lady picks out a wrapped up piece of fabric, unravelling to reveal a variety of tools. Laying a gentle hand on his arm, she inspects the injury. Noticing something shiny buried in the bloody flesh “I’m gonna take the bullet out so just try your best to not move too much” Elvis raises his eyebrows “Ma’am?” the lady smiles reassuringly at him “I’ll be quick” gulping silently, Elvis holds his breath. With a swift and experienced motion, the lady carefully pokes a pair of tweezers inside the wound, earning a pained groan from Elvis, getting a hold of the bullet, she pulls it out and lays it on an old rag “There” Elvis looks down and sees the bullet covered in blood, blinking blankly “Man, you was quick” the lady snickers “Told you, I would be” grabbing a small jar from the box, she opens the lid and swipes the strange substance onto a linen cloth “What’s that?” Elvis questions, the lady lifts her head “It’s a homemade ointment” giving the man a gentle smile, Elvis smiles back “It smells nice..” with a soft hum “It’s made of mostly honey, from my hives” the lady explains. She lightly pats the linen cloth around the wound, careful to not send a sharp sting. Her eyes trail up to look at Elvis who is looking down at the floor “I never got your name” Elvis turns his head “Elvis..Elvis Presley” he smiles, the lady breathes out a laugh “Y/n L/n” shyly chuckling, Elvis rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and rubs his thigh.

Finishing with the ointment, Y/n begins to wrap a bandage around his upper arm. Adjusting the placement as she goes, her eyes wander up to his blue eyes making her gulp quietly and her heart rate beating a little faster. She didn’t really take much notice of his features until now, feeling a slight squeeze in her heart. Her chest rising and falling in one slow breath, her hands gently holding his arm up with her soft fingers, with a soft squeeze she creates an indent from the pressure. Imagining what it would feel like to be held in his arms, breathing in sharply, she snaps herself out of her thoughts and lowers her eyes to the task in hand.

Elvis’ eyes trail around the room, seeing blankets nicely folded upon an old woven chair and baskets stacked in the corner. Bringing his hand to wipe under his nose, he looks at Y’n’s shoes, wandering up to her hands, noticing the bones move delicately under her skin on the back of her hands, wondering if her hands are soft like they present themselves as. Silently letting out air through his nose as his view travels further up to her chest, watching as it rises and falls in a graceful fashion. Clearing his throat when he realises what he’s doing and looks back down at the floor.

The room falls silent as they unknowingly admire each other’s complexion, their breaths, the distant ticking of the clock and birds whistling outside, the only sounds filling their ears until an unexpected meow enters the room. The both of them turning their heads to find a fluffy ginger cat, glancing at one another. Y/n clears her throat “Oh! Rosie, come here baby” Elvis looks at Y/n, the lady looks at him with a sheepish smile “She’s my cat, Rosemary” Elvis nods quietly and lets out a slight chuckle “Oh..” the cat jumping up onto the bed between them, sitting down with her paws elegantly placed in front and her chest out confidently. Looking up at Elvis with her feline green eyes. Smiling small, Y/n snickers “She’s usually quite curious with guests..” Rosemary lets out another meow, making Elvis smile “And quite vocal ” they both quietly laugh.

The feline taking her eyes away from Elvis, she stands up and walks around behind him, sitting down again next to his cowboy hat and gun holster. Lowering her head to have a sniff of the hat only for her to retract her head back slightly making Elvis chuckle “She’s probably smellin’ Rising sun” Y/n cranes her neck a little to see Rosemary then glances at Elvis “I’m guessing that’s your horse?” he nods, keeping his eyes on the ginger cat.

Straightening her posture, Y/n finishes up with the bandaging and puts everything back in the box. Elvis lifts his head as she stands up with the box in her arms “Thank you Y/n” he grins, Y/n nods her head “You’re welcome Elvis” smiling subtly “You’d probably wanna wash the blood off your hands..” Elvis glances down at his hands and nods.”The tap is outside” the lady states “I’ll start on dinner” she shyly excuses herself out of the room.

Elvis watches as she walks away, sighing again he turns to see Rosemary pushing his hat with her little nose. A small smile playing on his lips.

[stardewfarms]

Standard farm, spring year ?

[ID: 3 screenshots of a standard farm in Stardew valley. The game is modded and the colours are muted. First screenshot is off a coop with a fenced garden in front. Second of a shed with fenced flower garden and beehives in front. Last is of two barns next to a pond. around all buildings are trees and grass. end ID]

[germhammy]

(Mis)Adventures of Little Wednesday-aka Wednesday’s mirror image niece

“Bounce House Reopening”

Bounce House Manager Magnús: Greetings, Misfits!

Misfits: greetings!!

Bounce House Manager Magnús: Brennan, I added a small tumble area since I was closed and was upgrading and revamping while

Brennan: nice. I arranged my schedule so I can teach some tumbling classes

Bounce House Manager Magnús: I was hoping you could. Stephanie is going to be teaching some dance classes

Koda: Wow! New walls look great!

Bounce Town Stephanie: greetings, Misfits! Would you like to meet Auli’i?

Dayton: yes!

They all took off their shoes and walked across the trampolines to the new mural wall

Auli’i: oh hello. Wait. I remember you! Koa? I drew a stegosaurus for you! No. Wait. Koda. Koa is your father

Koda: -smiling- yes! You remember me!

Auli’i: yes. Magnús gave me a list of kids and what their favorite things were. I tried to incorporate them into the mural. See if you can find yourselves

The Misfits searched the mural

Bounce Town Stephanie: you guys can bounce

Ruthie: hey! I found the service animals! Haha! Jack is playing with a goat that’s fainted under a tree with a beehive!

Little Wednesday: I found me. Sitting in a corner under a storm cloud

Tyler: I’m swinging on a vine like Tarzan!

GomezJr: Dayton! You and me are fighting with Nerf swords!

Dayton: oh! Neat. I love fencing with you.

Koda: Fire dance! You gave me real fire!

Auli’i: you guys are quick. There’s a dinosaur wall over there. And yes, Koda a blue stegosaurus for you.

Little Wednesday: -already having made her way to the Dino wall- Koda! I found you! Oh! That looks like the Loch Ness monster!

Auli’i: yes it is. Your mother’s nickname is Nes? Correct?

Little Wednesday: hey. There is a little one behind her! Is that me?

Auli’i: -chuckling- yes.

Dayton: -making his way to the Dino wall- ah-ha! Cave men playing water polo!

Brennan: looks like the wall is a success

Bounce House Manager Magnús: indeed. Auli’i put a lot of thought into the walls. The underground walls are painted too

[solarpunkfool]

You wake up. The sunlight filters through the tree branches leafing outside your window, and you hear the birds calling (the birds are back, populations returning in the thousands, then millions as air pollution lessens and climate patterns rebalance). You head to your kitchen and make yourself a morning drink, coffee or tea, pouring the spent grounds into your countertop compost bin - municipal pick-up is tomorrow, you remind yourself. You put the paper wrapper from the tea/coffee into the recycling bin. There are no trash bins anymore, no plastic to throw away. 

You get ready for your day, putting on your clothing, soft cotton/linen/wool that won’t last much longer than you when you’re done with it. You message your work friends on your slightly clunkier, but infinitely repairable smart phone - you’ll meet them at the local light rail stop. You summon a link (a free, sometimes remote controlled, publicly available cab service - serviced by the municipality, and fully electric). You make sure to give yourself a little extra time than you did when you had a gas car, since the links travel more slowly and carefully, but that’s ok, because the streets are safe for tricycles, bikes, dog-walkers, nighttime deer, errant soccer balls, and neighborhood cats. You spend the time before it arrives watering your backyard garden, and you chat with your neighbor who has just finished picking blackberries from the vines along your fence. She tells you she’ll make cobbler and bring you some later. You’re grateful, since you never have time to bake when you’d rather be spending time with your family. Your phone alerts you when your link arrives, and you head out. There’s another neighbor in the link already, and you’re both headed to the light rail stop. You chat about the weather, how the trees that were planted en masse all those years ago have kept the summers so much cooler and the winters so much milder. He jokes about not having to mow the grass in his yard nearly as much as he used to, after the ordinances for planting slower-growing native plants. He shows you a picture of how well his garden is doing, and you mention your neighbor and the blackberries. His eyes widen, and he mentions that he’s never been able to get berries to grow. You take his information and promise to invite him over for cobbler sometime next week. 

You arrive at the light rail stop and walk under the fully green bridge (for animals to cross safely, and to keep the station cool) to meet your friends. You exchange notes about how your efforts are doing, what you think should be improved as you board the nearly silent electric train. You look out the window as you travel deeper into the city and watch as the green of trees along roads and sidewalks never lessens, the dullness of concrete doesn’t increase. With the links available and so few private cars on the streets, the size of the roads has decreased, making more room for trees, playgrounds, gardens, and wildflower patches. You see what used to be a concrete and brick center berm taken over by the boxy outlines of beehives, surrounded on both sides (what used to be narrow sidewalks) with fruit tree orchards. 

You arrive at your destination and disembark, walking with your colleagues to your building. It’s still a highrise, mostly concrete and glass, but the rooftop terraces are fully green spaces and the glass panels are permeable solar panels, drinking in the sun’s energy like the plants that stretch across its roof. You spend your day leading your team in delivering top quality services, eat lunch at the free market kitchen down the street, and then head home. Your work day is 5 hours long, with an hour for lunch. 

When you get home, your partner and child are there already, playing in the street on your kiddo’s new bike. The street is quiet and safe. You breathe deeply, smelling absolutely no car exhaust. 

You meet your neighbors at the community house (every neighborhood has one), where there’s always a free dinner if you want one. You don’t like to cook, so you don’t offer to take a shift, but you help clean up. Your partner mentions taking your kiddo to the doctor for a possible ear infection, but it turns out they just had a bug bite in their ear. You laugh about it. The doctor’s appointment cost nothing, just as your dinner does. You can cook at home, but why would you? You could eat alone, and sometimes you do, but today you want to laugh and talk with your neighbors and let your kiddo play with theirs. You and your partner help the clean up team after dinner, washing your own dishes and a few others’ so it all gets done. The dishes aren’t perfect, chipped and older, but who cares when the food is free. 

You and your family walk home and meet your old dog on the porch. He snorts and snuffles your child’s hair and leans in for pets. 

You go in and put your kiddo to bed. You spend the rest of the evening watching tv or reading with your partner. You talk about your day. You see the news that more sustainable grazing practices mean that the rainforest has advanced by nearly 2,000 feet this year, dark soil and thick tree roots spreading outward, crowns capturing more and more carbon from the air. You hear that the tigers and snow leopards, elephants and rhinos, are all increasing in population. 

It starts to rain. You are thankful you don’t have to water the garden tonight. You and your partner head to bed, and you think - this is my life. I am leaving a planet to my child that they will WANT to inhabit. Sure, there wasn’t steak on my plate tonight, but my belly is full and my air is clean and my home is safe. You dream sweetly, thinking of dandelions sprouting up through cracks in concrete, deer and foxes walking through breaks in fences, children swimming in clean water.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Wayne hefts the heavy sack of potatoes into the shipping bin, makes sure the runes on the sides of the box lights up before moving off. He don’t much trust magic or in particular the old wizard deep in the forest’s magic not to just crap out on him and Ma.

Speaking of Ma, she hobbles out of the chicken coop. Shoulders still held as high as she can get them, her limp slowing her down like rain does a frog, which is to say not at all. She’s got a line of feathered friends following her as she moves.

“Ya check the trees yet?”

“Not yet. Just got out of the greenhouse and the tater fields. How the lasses do?”

Ma makes a face.

“Either snakes got in the coop or Corey has reached the age where she don’t wanna lay anymore. Might need to go to the Henderson’s and get another. Have a feeling a few of the chicks are roosters.”

He nods. It’s always nice to see Claudia. Susan’s a little surly but considering the gossip that’s spread he don’t blame her much for it.

“After the trees. Be careful in the barn.”

“Wayne Arlow Munson, I am old not fragile. Now get.”

He doesn’t contradict her, but they both know that’s a lie. It’s the reason he’s here and not working nights in some plant that leaves his face covered in muck. It’s why the others pop in and out like gophers in the spring. Ma ain’t faring well and Daddy ain’t here to help her anymore.

He gets, checking the fruit trees all nice and lined up. Harvests what’s there, cleans up the weeds, picking any seeds or fiber that drops as he does. Unlike the potato harvest there’s not enough fruit to ship just yet. Cuts down south, making notes of what fences need mending and if there are errant trees where there shouldn’t be. Hits the beehives Ma has set up, snags one of the jars for Susan, and knows if he doesn’t give a peach to Claudia his Ma will tan his hide.

He doesn’t know it yet but there’s going to be a new face there that’s going to cause some chaos.

[bunnymedley]

girl there are like 5 bee nests (minimum) in this one small area. ive gone around putting campfires (guarded with fencing and trapdoors) beneath each one so every day i can do my rounds collecting honey from all of them. theres an oddly circular small pit next to my little cave too so maybe i'll try getting some moss in there to make it a bit nicer and put a glass dome over it and turn it into a little greenhouse filled with beehives