turtlesandfrogs
turtlesandfrogs
a garden, and other ramblings
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Plant & garden nerd. I grew up way out, growing our own food, foraging through the woods for both food and fun. I work as a gardener and garden educator. I love plants and ecology and love sharing knowledge and experiences. I have dyslexia and ADHD, so expect some (a lot) of typos.
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turtlesandfrogs · 6 hours ago
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Not telling your kid they have a learning disability, chronic illness, mental illness etc. so they can “feel normal” actually does the opposite. They will not feel normal if they do not have the context to understand that their normal will be different from that of their peers.
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turtlesandfrogs · 7 hours ago
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Super late notice, but one of the gardening discords I'm in is hosting a live podcast with Mike Bollinger of the Seed Savers Exchange today at noon pacific time. If you're interested in seed saving or plant breeding, this will be a great opportunity to learn!
The server is Garden Rev, here's an invite link:
It'll also be posted to YouTube once it's edited.
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turtlesandfrogs · 7 hours ago
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Super late notice, but one of the gardening discords I'm in is hosting a live podcast with Mike Bollinger of the Seed Savers Exchange today at noon pacific time. If you're interested in seed saving or plant breeding, this will be a great opportunity to learn!
The server is Garden Rev, here's an invite link:
It'll also be posted to YouTube once it's edited.
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turtlesandfrogs · 20 hours ago
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at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
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turtlesandfrogs · 22 hours ago
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Ok so my ACAB is fighting with the fact that the precinct here refused to persue a person that escaped the ICE detention center because the only offense on his record was a civil offense.
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turtlesandfrogs · 2 days ago
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turtlesandfrogs · 2 days ago
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Look, I only have about 120 followers so reblog like there's no tomorrow so we can settle a silly argument the wife and I had.
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turtlesandfrogs · 3 days ago
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From the link:
"In healthy individuals with minor skin lesions the use of the product will more likely result in local infections, whereas in immunocompromised individuals the infection is more likely to spread into [the] blood stream leading to life-threatening sepsis," the recall alert states.
In an antibacterial soap. DermaKleen, DermaSarra, Kleenfoam, and PeriGiene are the products apparently.
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turtlesandfrogs · 4 days ago
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turtlesandfrogs · 5 days ago
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Thinking about how things that seem so minor to oneself can weigh so heavily on someone else.
On Saturday, as I was ringing up an elderly lady, I noticed she'd left two items in her cart and pointed them out. They weren't hidden, she wasn't trying to steal them, she'd just missed them, behind her bag, because she was thinking about something else.
She came back through my line a little later with a few more items - and one of them turned out to be a gift for me!
I was grateful, of course, but mostly surprised, because it hadn't felt like a big deal to me. It happens, and it happens a few times a day, and I've never had the feeling someone hid something intentionally.
This morning she came to find me again, to tell me again that she didn't mean to do that, she was so embarrassed, and to thank me for reacting as calmly as I did.
"Really, it's no big deal," I said. "It happens to so many people! It has happened to me often enough!"
"It's happened to you? Really?"
"Yes! Lifted my child out of the cart and they'd been sitting on a cucumber -"
"Oh! I did the same when mine was little! But that cashier didn't react as nicely as you."
And... she must be eighty at least. Has she carried that shame, that embarrassment, that fear of being accused of stealing, for fifty or sixty years? Something that that cashier probably never thought about again because it happened all the time. Just as I would never have thought about it again if she hadn't come back with flowers for me.
But I'll remember it now, plant those flowers in my new garden and hope they will always remind me to stay kind, because you never know how long someone will carry a, to you, meaningless encounter with them...
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turtlesandfrogs · 5 days ago
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Both of my grand fathers fought in WW2. One was a medic. I really don't think WORLD WAR TWO was gentle on anyone's soul!
One grandmother was neurodivergent in a way that was not allowed in her time, she was medicated for mental illnesses that weren't what she had. She also had to deal with a daughter-in-law that thought she was nuts for having a list for everything. She also spent the first half of her life very poor. The other grandma had the kind of unwholesome back story that makes conservative people talk about how society is falling apart. She was also very poor, and she had two work very hard to support her family because grandpa came back from the war and couldn't hold down a job anymore, and then died from cancer less than 20 years after WW2.
We gotta move forward if we want a better life, the past SUCKED.
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turtlesandfrogs · 5 days ago
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somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
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turtlesandfrogs · 5 days ago
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I need you folks who are going back to school to understand this, sleep deprivation is not something to be proud of. You are being fed capitalist propaganda to make you believe that working yourself to the bone is a good and smart business model from a young age. If all you do is “get 3 hours of sleep” because you’re studying, you’re just gonna burn out quicker, forget the information you’re trying to cram, and cause your brain to cannibalize itself.
Do not compete by making unhealthy habits. This will only fuck you up in the long run.
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turtlesandfrogs · 5 days ago
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Where did you people who had the Pledge of Allegiance in HIGH SCHOOL live? We didn't even have it in middle school. This was a small mid-Michigan town in the 1990s. It was working class, lower middle class, and farming people.
Dear Tumblrs, there is way too much assertion of facts not in evidence on this site.
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turtlesandfrogs · 5 days ago
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Today round ass puppy revealed to me, exhausted, at the end of my rope, that her training wasn't working not because she didn't understand, she did, she did, but instead because treats, chicken, turkey and pork apparently weren't enough motivation. She began obeying every word with startling accuracy as soon as she was offered something else. Doing backflips and stunts with pyrotechnics as prompted for the promise of a pea. A pea. She's a dog. A pea. A pea. A pea. I have to carry peas around now. On my person. Personal peas. 🫛 peas
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turtlesandfrogs · 6 days ago
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turtlesandfrogs · 6 days ago
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White Americans ... are terrified of sensuality and do not any longer understand it. The word “sensual” is not intended to bring to mind quivering dusky maidens or priapic black studs. I am referring to something much simpler and much less fanciful. To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread. ... Something very sinister happens to the people of a country when they begin to distrust their own reactions as deeply as they do here, and become as joyless as they have become. It is this individual uncertainty on the part of white American men and women, this inability to renew themselves at the fountain of their own lives, that makes the discussion, let alone elucidation, of any conundrum—that is, any reality—so supremely difficult. The person who distrusts himself has no touchstone for reality—for this touchstone can be only oneself. Such a person interposes between himself and reality nothing less than a labyrinth of attitudes. And these attitudes, furthermore, though the person is usually unaware of it (is unaware of so much!), are historical and public attitudes. They do not relate to the present any more than they relate to the person.
--James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time, 1963
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