Memories of fall…

Memories of fall…

Littered Spring
You know spring is here when the snow melt reveals our old mess. Why do we litter? People who wouldn’t live in a dirty house are often the worst offenders. What good is a clean house in a dirty planet?
The earth is our home. Don’t mess it up.




pavement cracks

Don’t litter.
Just don’t.

The snow is receeding.
This would be a sign of spring if it hadn’t happened all winter.


Happy #Caturday
Grapefruit










Eat grapefruit and harvest the juice.
Yum!
So, Elon Musk is talking about how to colonise Mars, and suggesting that, for those who couldn’t afford the fortune it would normally cost to make a space voyage, loans could be offered… and people could, y’know, just pay them back with labour upon their arrival…
… all at the same time that the viral hit song is a sea shanty about being a worker transported to an inhospitable place to work for a big corporation, which then pays you shit so you can never afford the passage home.
It’s like, sometimes our past speaks to us. And sometimes it jumps up and down, screaming and waving lit sparklers.
which means it’s time to eat welshcakes, sing songs about saucepans, stand in a circle and slap your knees, pin leeks to your clothes, try desperately to remember the parts of your heritage that weren’t erased by centuries of anglocentric history, and watch someone be crowned the poet king on a wooden chair while a druid does sick sword tricks over their head
Dydd Gŵyl Dewi hapus, pawb!!!!!