#fallow-grove

[the-haiku-bot]

grarble

flef hfleeby

Dunlim chru whmoopik bububub? Horp wrumaaa lin sunkirvoogartop!

[kiwi-draws]

i just saw ur icon and hello i think we may be twinning !!!

woah!!! blue with pink hair 🤝

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

when you die if your ashes were to be melted down and made into a vinyl record, what song would you want on it

"Lovely Head" by Talking Heads

(I'm sorry, this just came into my head)

[daemonhxckergrrl]

synthia is such an awesome name ihope u have a nice day =]

thanks ^w^ you too !! also your blog is cute :3

[gavamont]

[fallow limps up to your doorstep, slightly burnt.]

hey gav do you have like Any idea where watts is, no please dont ask if we're together, or honestly just any way to either get sluttier, get high, or get the HONK away from. well. the um. help??

Oh shit, you were the thing I was stepping over when I left my tower? My bad. Yeah, let’s get you a quick fix up:

Wheat that was milled by titanous trolls

Salt that was mined by invisible moles

Lettuce and tomatoes stolen from gnomes

Prosciutto made from a swine that I combed

Condiments conjured, I bring forth arcane snack

I summon you: sammich of all hit points back!

[the-haiku-bot]

ALThi you. yes you.

you made me laugh out loud for

quite a bit (thank you)

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

yknow what would be a fucked up phone feature

[skulkie]

me when artists i know on tumblr

every person mentioned in the doorway + comic without profiles below the cut. everyone listed is super fucking cool please check them out!!

everyone mentioned in the picture:

@archangel-fucking-judas @definitely-a-wizard @leieryx @clownsindresses @thechangelingmushroom @warriorsofficial @fluffycat-wizard @mainmoenmomentmaybe @hummingbird-hunter @one-wizard-frob @lesbianknighterrant @elaboratingisfortheweak @the-orb-they-ponder @hummsartandwizardposting @elisabewitch @fallow-grove @d1nosaurpower @ahno-nimus @wizard-email @sophistikitten @henchwiz-gremlin @sorcererest-sorcerer @dreaming-by-starlight @barely-living-wizard-apprentice @wizardpigeon @bogglethebogwizard @faery-wizard @fairybumpkin @concoctionboy @friendlyneighborhoodgaypaganist @nebulous-apocrypha

to those who i've tagged, if you're looking at this and going "what the fuck i don't make art why am i here", i'm so sorry, i remember seeing you making art at some point and i thought your art was cool.

anyone who wants to be removed from the tag list will be removed! just let me know!

also if i accidentally tagged more than one of your blogs. um. whoops sorry did not know

comic without profile pictures:

[d1nosaurpower]

Le game of Questions

Rules: if you’re tagged, answer question, tag your 3 mutuals, go to 36 closeness questions and pick one you like to ask them.

Let’s go!

@hummingbird-hunter @ahno-nimus @fallow-grove @skulkie

Would you rather lived to 90 y.o. and retain a 30 years old mind or 30 tears old body?

[wizard-eater]

WIZARD Wednesday! I lined some sketchies of my WIZARD pals I found in my WIZARD sketchbook! @humm-bird @fallow-grove

[flowers-and-pollen]

@hummingbird-hunter @hummbirb @elisabewitch @skulkie @wizard-gobling @sewi-li-suwi @d1nosaurpower @fallow-grove @candlewizard @muckmage @not-wizard-council-aristocrat @thechangelingmushroom @silver-weaver @8ball-wizard

You have all accepted the invitation and used the teleportation card.

[You appear in what seems to be a very big room with lots of pillows, beanbags, snack platters, some tvs and board games. All colored in shades of purple, blue, and a bit of yellow and black with designes of stars and the moon. On the cieling there is a big drawing of the sky night, with lines connecting the constellations in it. In front of you, you see witchy floating a few inches in the air in a purple fluffy unicorn onesie]

Welcome to my slumber party! I have some extra onsies for those who forgot pyjamas :)

[She snaps her fingers and into the room slides a clothing rack with onesies in all sorts of colors, shapes, and sizes.]

Choose your favorite! Also, you are currently in my dimension, so i have control over everything here, and none of you can use your powers other then to leave without me wanting you to. So no real fights! Get along, all of you.

[By now witchy was sitting legs crossed, upside down. In the air.]

I brought you all here because i wanted to get to know you better. If you don't want to be here, that's ok. The door back to the dimension you came from is there.

[She points to the side of the room, where you now see there is a regular looking door.]

But! The goal is to have fun! So we're mainly here to have fun! Get to know eachother! Play games!

Let the slumber party begin! If any of you have any requests or questions, just ask me!

[You know realise all along her speech your legs were kind of stuck to the ground, but when she finished you were freed and can now walk (or float) around as you please.]

(Some of you havn't answered the invitation yet so i still put you here. You can ignore this if you want to.)

[kemetic-dreams]

To those who say there’s no connection between West Africa and ancient Egypt you may want to revise such notions.

The oil palm (Elaeis guineensis) is a native of West Africa. It flourishes in the humid tropics in groves of varying density, mainly in the coastal belt between 10 degrees north latitude and 10 degrees south latitude. It is also found up to 20 degrees south latitude in Central and East Africa and Madagascar in isolated localities with a suitable rainfall. It grows on relatively open ground and, therefore, originally spread along the banks of rivers and later on land cleared by humans for long-fallow cultivation (Hartley 1988: 5–7).

The palm fruit develops in dense bunches weighing 10 kilograms (kg) or more and containing more than a thousand individual fruits similar in size to a small plum. Palm oil is obtained from the flesh of the fruit and probably formed part of the food supply of the indigenous populations long before recorded history. It may also have been traded overland, since archaeological evidence indicates that palm oil was most likely available in ancient Egypt. The excavation of an early tomb at Abydos, dated to 3000 B.C., yielded “a mass of several Kilograms still in the shape of the vessel which contained it” (Friedel 1897).

A sample of the tomb material was submitted to careful chemical analysis and found to consist mainly of palmitic acid, glycerol in the combined and free state, and a mixture of azelaic and pimelic acids. The latter compounds are normal oxidation products of fatty acids, and the analyst concluded that the original material was probably palm oil, partly hydrolyzed and oxidized during its long storage.

[sc3n3kitt3h]

Request 4 @fallow-grove: a (found) family of sparklecats

[hummingbird-hunter]

Picrew chain!

@archangel-fucking-judas @fallow-grove @muckmage @elisabewitch @skulkie @loveaetingkids @d1nosaurpower @reiki-tsubetai @wizardpigeon @raupeka

[greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat]

[Lachlan looks at @fallow-grove but then shifts it's attention back to Hatt]

Alright, Hatt, I lead you to where hunter is, and in return, you will do one favour to me. Deal?

[Lachlan holds out their arm for a hand- err, paw-shake]

*Hatt stares at Lachlan's hand. She never learnt the trick paw*

*unsure what to do, she gently places her head on Lachlan's outstretched hand*

*slightly muffled* deal

[ghostowlattic]

TYPE GUIDE

crawls out of a wreck flickering monochrome flames  a crashed rocket ship 

the sort of vessel you’d expect to see plunging into the moons eye  

chiming bells clanging see inside the porthole wails  hear the sirens tale 

somewhere far away over the crook of nightfall past the glowered orbs 

can you hear the sound hearts of galaxies crying weeping milk and light? 

a warbling codex of hazed phonological representation 

in a meager pouch  she keeps back spacers, delete keys, portable jawbone

she’s often survived  on nothing but nibs and pens  she pisses in black

guilty of murder the blood of a typewriter  all over her hands 

it put up a fight  small holes from its many teeth have scarred her knuckles 

feels them vibrating  waiting to be born again  hiding their magic

landed in these bleak heaps of disposed exertions  stinking of sadness

almost anything  half worth its paper thin weight  must pass through here first 

junkyard of heroes  bulky mounds of shabby capes discarded face masks

pits of rotting verse   unwritten compendiums  illusionist meat 

this is where the itch lays down to give up the ghost or to become one

a schloop in the muck things moving every which way under hero rubbish 

there are faint voices coming from under the heaps  cheesy pulp maxims 

cannibal critics  lurking in the damp rubbish  surviving on quips 

first degree weasels  these are true soul sucking finks deep throated golfers  

serpent headed thumbs that come slurping out of holes slack faced jowls snapping

all they want to do  is suck every golden drop of hope and beauty

she gets it, she does;  her great thirst of purpose wants to be fed too

it wants paper planes,  velvet curtain recitals,  and warm warm biscuits 

it wants a coastline coiled around a summer field  like a mama cat  

these inhuman finks each have human like mouth holes muttering slogans 

offering her vast schmoozing book deals for sex dates hard-ons in Dockers 

she escapes their coils but just as she’s on her feet one snatches her hand

strikes like a viper  latches her left hand with its teeth and rips it clean off 

retreats with is prize  they fight over it like dogs snarling dumb lackeys

her stump is gushing rich fountains of black and red memories and pain

those who knock you down they can barely stand themselves  this she knows is true

she gets to her feet  and clutching her jetting stump she struggles to walk

they’re coming again these jaw snapping slithering  bastards on her heels

an unsettled storm inside her deepest nowhere something is coming

gurgling bellows even the weasel finks stop at this ugly noise

her belly tightens the skin visibly shudders rippling in waves 

there is pulsating   subsurface neoplasm under her belly  

the retching comes fast sick with too many dark dreams giving birth to void

it pushes upward  feels like her chest will explode  pressing her throat wide 

she hunches open heaves from her lowest black guts and out come the woods

a stream of tall trees shoot one after the other  flooding out her mouth 

an endless black flood  spewing out a dark forest  of vast crooked limbs 

groves of long corpse arms spat onto the horizon  filling every space 

stones vines and rabbits  saplings and babbling brooks bears in winter dens 

even great mountains spew from her gaping wet maw pooling around her  

there is this new vast  remote melanoid fallow  uncharted landscape 

every direction  something that had never seen  naked light of day 

[rjzimmerman]

Will We Have to Pump the Great Lakes to California to Feed the Nation? (New York Times)

Coast to coast, our food producing regions, especially those stretching from the southern Great Plains across the sunny, dry Southwest, rely heavily and sometimes exclusively on groundwater for irrigation. And it’s disappearing — fast.

What happens to the nation’s food production if the groundwater runs out altogether? Unless we act now, we could soon reach a point where water must be piped from the wetter parts of the country, such as the Great Lakes, to drier, sunnier regions where the bulk of the nation’s food is produced. No one wants unsightly pipelines snaking across the country, draining Lake Michigan to feed the citrus groves of the Central Valley. But that future is drawing closer by the day, and at some point, we may look back on this moment and wish we’d acted differently.

For over a century, America’s farmers have overpumped groundwater, and now, as the world warms and the Southwest becomes drier, the situation is only growing more dire. Rivers are slowing to a trickle, water tables are falling, land is sinking, and wells are drying up. Each year, roughly 25,000 more farmers fallow their fields, putting both food and water security in the United States at risk.

States are aware there is a problem — many are trying to sustainably manage their groundwater. But it’s not clear how successful these efforts have been. My research team has found that groundwater depletion is accelerating in the Central Valley, in spite of California’s Sustainable Groundwater Management Act. In Arizona, groundwater is only managed in less than 20 percent of the state, leaving a free-for-all in the state’s unmanaged areas.

The United States has no plan for the disruptions that will befall our food systems as critical water supplies dwindle, causing the price of some foods to skyrocket and bringing us closer to the time when we may have to consider pipelines to replenish or replace depleted groundwater.

 Americans, particularly those living in places like the Great Lakes region, have already shown that they have little stomach for infrastructure projects that would move their local water to remote locations, even if it is to produce the food they eat every day.

It’s not just the political climate that makes tapping water resources in the East such an undesirable prospect. We’ve built systems of canals to move water around California and the Colorado River basin, but constructing a transcontinental pipeline or river diversion, at the scale required to sustain U.S. agriculture, would be staggeringly more complex, expensive and environmentally disruptive.

They would require significant landscape changes and human displacement. And because water is so heavy, it is extremely expensive to transport. Building the necessary conveyances would require decades of planning, have major environmental consequences and cost taxpayers astronomical sums — easily tens to hundreds of billions of dollars, and far more when you take the human and environmental costs into account.