“Anybody seen my fuckin phone? I had it a second ago.”

Feat: @ofcoretanima, @ofterrafirma, @mytarnishedsilver, @causticprayer

🍀 -- Asking yourself -- "Why?" e x e r c i s e

so what this means is whenever you find yourself in a situation where you are thinking a negative thought or even a negative scenario, what you want to do is ask yourself why am I thinking this.

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to try and put this into perspective, I'm going to give an example : I feel like sp does not love me - why ? -> I feel this way because in the past, no one had stayed, and my relationships never lasted - why ? -> because I would always self sabotage and then react, which would ruin it - why did you self sabotage ? -> because I'm afraid of love - why ? because I feel unlovable and unworthy, as if I wouldn't have much to offer

root = you feel unworthy and unlovable

solution = create affirmations centered around feeling worthy and lovable

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-- How do we do this ? -- 🌿 w/ a f f i r m a t i o n s

we fix this issue with the use of affirmations :] I will be writing affirmations for various things so raje what resonates and leaves what doesn't. this exercise is not limited to just sp or money can be used for any negative thoughts that you are facing. it is supposed to help with not only questioning your negative thoughts but also figuring out the root of them so you can uproot it and replant something better.

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I am so loved and worthy

people always treat me wonderfully because I am wonderful

money is so easy for me to obtain

I find it so easy to make money, and I attract money on a daily basis

I am always first pick when applying for colleges

iv leagues are seeking applicators like me cause I always meet all the requirements with ease

they are calling me back to hire me any minute now

getting jobs has always been easy for me, and they always give me the requested hourly I want

my skin is so perfect and has a smooth texture

every time I do my skin care routine, I can feel my acne disappearing instantly

the more I eat the more I lose weight

I have always had a very fast metabolism, and the older I get, the faster it becomes

I have rapunzel hair

every time I cut my hair, it just grows back 2xs more the next day

my life is always perfect no matter what happens

everything I desire manifests within 24 hours because my world takes care of me

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[Original date: 20 February 2016]

My friend @steinbecks​ once described the two basic writing approaches (care of George R. R. Martin) as “the gardener” and “the architect.” A gardener starts with seeds of the story and sees what takes root, constantly uprooting and replanting, until the work as a whole satisfies them. An architect, on the other hand, works it out beforehand, carefully detailing the necessary steps and components before ever laying down the actual foundations, with no more than small, necessary adjustments along the way.

She’s a gardener, with draft upon draft to show for it. And I’m, well …

Planning Past "Bio-markers,Inch Believe "Life-markers".

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World Bamboo Day

World Bamboo Day is a day of celebration to increase the awareness of bamboo globally. Where bamboo grows naturally, bamboo has been a daily element, but its utilization has not always been sustainable due to exploitation. The World Bamboo Organization aims to bring the potential of bamboo to a more elevated exposure – to protect natural resources and the environment, to ensure sustainable utilization, to promote new cultivation of bamboo for new industries in regions around the world, as well as promote traditional uses locally for community economic development.

Since 2009, we have been celebrating World Bamboo Day to increase the awareness of bamboo globally. Where bamboo grows naturally, bamboo has been a daily element, but its utilization has not always been sustainable due to exploitation. The World Bamboo Organization aims to bring the potential of bamboo to a more elevated exposure – to protect natural resources and the environment, to ensure sustainable utilization, to promote new cultivation of bamboo for new industries in regions around the world, as well as promote traditional uses locally for community economic development.

You can see the global celebrations for World Bamboo Day posted on our Facebook Group Page.

The world is beginning to understand our call. Technologies and innovations are bringing more bamboo utilization to a more contemporary audience. Engineered bamboo products are in more extensive markets, gaining more acceptance, and changing the way our built environment gets built. However, if we are to use more bamboo, utilize it beyond traditional experiences, we need to PLANT BAMBOO. Therefore, we now say to the world, IT IS TIME TO PLANT BAMBOO.

It is estimated that there are more than two billion hectares - that is nearly 5 billion acres - of deforested and degraded land around the world waiting for human intervention to save it, to nourish it, and breathe new life into it. The health of our planet needs us to do something big - as soon as possible.

In many cases, the natural biome in these regions will never return due to toxic pollution that has led to collapsed ecosystems and the extinction of local flora and fauna. However dismal, these lands can recover and regain ecological functionality - admittedly with collaborative inputs from stakeholders, integrated goal-setting, and sustainable management practices.

When considering the optimization of forest ecosystem goods and services as societal needs change- and new challenges arise - bamboo has a tremendous role to play. We’ve heard about planting trees - yes - but it is also time to plant bamboo.

Bamboo is resilient & adaptable - with immense biodiversity. Bamboo species can restore land. Their unique characteristics of quick growth, extensive root systems, and pioneer spirit can reduce erosion, stabilize slopes, absorb heavy metals, create shade, harbor wildlife, recycle carbon dioxide, and clean the air. Planting and managing sustainable bamboo forests allows for multiple social benefits, including rural development (improved housing), agroforestry products (which includes nutritional food and alternative fiber), with the big bonus of climate mitigation.

Bamboos are natural flora in temperate, tropical and subtropical parts of the globe, native on every continent except Europe and Antarctica, and the latest estimates are that there may be some 50 million hectares of bamboo around the world. That’s nearly 124 million acres.

Bamboo fits well into a landscape mosaic of interdependent land uses. Degraded lands around the globe, with diverse habitats, could be replanted with bamboo.

The United Nations has declared 2021 to 2030 as the ‘Decade on Ecosystem Restoration’ - a massive global ‘call to action’ to mobilize the political and financial support necessary to restore deforested and degraded ecosystems over the coming decade. As a member of the UN’s Global Compact, the World Bamboo Organization endorses this initiative, and sees real potential where bamboo can help with many of the UN’s Sustainable Development Goals.

The World Bamboo Organization has also signed The Kew Declaration on Reforestation for Biodiversity, Carbon Capture and Livelihoods to protect and restore the world’s forests. This important manifesto outlines key requests to policymakers, reforestation financiers and practitioners, to enable better decision-making for global reforestation to safeguard forest biodiversity, mitigate climate change and improve livelihoods.

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Switchgrass has long been a staple crop of farmers. It is used as fodder for farm animals, fuel, and electrical needs, as a buffer strip and soil erosion control. However, when President Bush introduced The Biofuels Initiative during his 2006 state of the nation address, he moved this native prairie grass’ use as an energy crop to the forefront. The Biofuels Initiative is a critical part of the president’s advanced energy initiatives. It seeks to reduce the country’s dependence on foreign oil suppliers by more than 75% of oil imports by 2025. The aim is to accomplish this with the use of non-food based biomass, such as agricultural waste, trees, forest residues, and perennial grasses specifically switchgrass to produce energy fuels. When distilled switchgrass produces ethanol, an alcohol that fuels vehicles. Currently ethanol is blended at a ratio of 15 percent to 85 percent of gasoline and sold as E-85. Switchgrass or Tall Panic Grass is a short rhizomatous plant. It is highly adaptable for it can be planted in different parts of the country of varying climate conditions. It is also drought resistant. From planting to care and harvesting, it costs less energy to produce biofuel from switchgrass. Harvest semi-annually Switch is a perennial crop, which means it can be harvested twice a year for close to 10 years, before the crop has to be replanted. It also grows fast, absorbs the solar energy, and turns this energy into cellulose. Ethanol is extracted from the cellulose by means of distillation. High yield per acre Results from among 19 BFDP (Bioenergy Feedstock Development Program) research sites on both the Eastern and Central United States have shown that switchgrass can be harvested at 15 tons an acre. When distilled into ethanol, this yields 1,500 gallons of ethanol an acre. When averaged on a six-year basis, this means a yield of 115,000 of gallons of ethanol from each acre. Cost efficient Results from a study undertaken by the University of California Berkeley, has found out that it takes more energy to produce gasoline than it does to produce ethanol. Multiple uses Expected advances in gasification technologies will yield other useful fuels: diesel fuel, methane gas, and methanol. Environmentally Friendly Switchgrass poses no danger to the soil’s fertility as it even adds organic matter. Switchgrass has an intricate system of stems and roots. This system reaches into the deeper parts of the soil to hold on to it, stopping soil erosion. Switchgrass are reliable buffers. Farmers plant these grasses along wetlands and steambanks to filter out pesticides and to prevent these dangerous chemicals from entering the water supply. Switchgrass removes carbon dioxide (CO2) from the air and puts these back in the soil. Fossil fuels, on the other hand release huge amounts of CO2 into the atmosphere, increasing air pollution and worsening the greenhouse gas effects. Financially rewarding It costs less to grow switchgrass. When you add government tax incentives and grants raising switchgrass will be as profitable as extracting fossil fuels. These are the present disadvantages of using switchgrass as the main source of biofuels. The need to improve pretreatment technologies Current technologies are not efficient in extracting higher yields from switchgrass. R&D efforts should correct this. The need to allocate land for switchgrass Is there available agricultural land to plant switchgrass? A system must be set in place to ensure there is land for both switchgrass and food crops. The use of switchgrass as an energy crop is decidedly viable from the economic, production, and environmental aspects. However, the success of switchgrass as an energy crop will depend on these key factors: government policies and funding, R&D efforts, technological innovations and vehicle efficiency.

This one is written mostly for the sake of playing up on the book canon that Aziraphale and Crowley hired Francis and Ashtoreth to watch over and influence Warlock. But at the same time, the book also leaves it sort of open that it’s still these two idiots, but for the sake of this one-shot, they’re all different characters.

And I really wanted to write something sappy about a gardener having a crush of a satanic nanny that had nothing to do with them being Aziraphale and Crowley. Their appearances are based on my headcanons for the book/radio versions of the boys, just slightly tweaked so they don’t look one-hundred percent like their bosses.

Summery: Mr. Aziraphale hired Brother Francis and had warned him that the other side would have a wily counterpart to him to leave an influence on the Antichrist. He wished that the angel had warned him that she was a lovely dear…

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Chapter Two: A Flower for Ashtoreth

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Brother Francis was a good man, one that Mr. Aziraphale had put a large amount of trust into. A former clergyman who tended to church gardens, he had gotten involved in Mr. Fell’s ‘business’ a while back. He didn’t mind helping out, though this seemed like a rather big mission and he wasn’t sure why it had to be him.

Still, he couldn’t complain, it was nice to be helpful, even if he’s just tending to the massive grounds of the Dowling estate.

He had started work earlier this week, and so far, he had yet to encounter to the Antichrist, but that’s due to him being inside all day with his nanny. Francis had also taken note that he had yet to see the person who he was supposed to be the opposite for.

Mr. Aziraphale had warned him that Hell was going to send a human agent to influence the Antichrist to the wiles of evil, and that it was Francis’ job to thwart the influences with his own of good and kindness, for Heaven’s sake. He had told Francis that the person would work for a man named Mr. Crowley and that he had to keep an eye on this agent of evil.

Too bad he had no clue who this person was.

He sighed to himself as he looked at the flowerbed in front of him, oh dear, he wasn’t sure if he planted this right. Fruits and vegetation were where his gardening skills were best, along with certain trees, flowers and greenery were where he was weakest. He had wished he had more time to study up on this.

“I hope these grow right…” He mumbled as he removed a fern from a plastic planter and put it into a hole he had made in the ground.

“You’re doing that wrong.” Came a soft, Scottish voice, causing Francis to pause.

He turned and looked towards the source of the voice, blinking. There, not even two yards away, was a woman with a pram that was a dark maroon in color. She was tall, much taller than him, dressed to the nines in black clothing with hints of grays and red throughout it. Francis was reminded of Mary Poppins by her outfit choice, if not also by the influences of private businesses with gentlemen that could contact a certain type of woman through newspaper ads and phone numbers.

Her hair was pinned back, dark red in color, with a streak of gray on one side, her face held a few beauty marks, her eyes hidden behind dark glasses.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her, she was a beautiful flower in his garden, such a dark contrast to the blooming yellows and whites she stood near.

Then he noticed the necklace she wore, a snake eating its own tail, with a pentagram within the snake circle. The agent! This had to be Mr. Crowley’s agent to be a terrible influence on the child! The nanny? Perfect choice for Hell to make! She’d be right there to teach the child the worst of the worst!

Francis gulped, looking at the plant he had just put down. “W-what makes ye think ‘m doin’ this wrong, ma’am?”

“For plants like that,” She spoke as she stepped closer with the pram, “you break up the roots. They need to spread out, allows for them to grow better. What sort of gardener does not know this?”

“One whose spent more time with planting vegetation, I’m afraid.” Francis removed the plant, breaking up the clumped roots before replanting it. He dusted his hands off on his smock and gave a bow. “Brother Francis, at yer service, ma’am.”

She watched him behind dark glasses. “Nanny Ashtoreth, charmed.” She replied with a hint of a smirk on her painted lips.

He smiled a little at her before hearing a coo, letting his curiosity get the best of him as he peeked into the pram, seeing a baby body, bundled up in a blue blanket, gently chewing on the eat of a stuffed, black cat toy. “Ah! You must be Master Warlock, well aren’t cha just the cutest thing.” He grinned, wiggling his fingers at the baby.

“He’s only cute when he’s not raising hell.” Ashtoreth spoke. “Just a wee thing and already he is causing so much trouble.” There was pride in her voice.

“Ah, but ma’am, babies are always up to trouble, they’re not familiar with how the world works.” Francis spoke up, still smiling. “But in due time, he’ll learn to good and the bad.”

“Oh, he will.” She replied, her smirk showing her teeth. “He will learn.”

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Francis was a good man, but he was also that, a man. And sometimes men had thoughts. Not that his mind ever strayed into the more adult-like thoughts that many men have had, but his were more focused on thoughts of a beautiful woman that he would love nothing more than to kiss the hand of.

It’s been months, nearly a year, since Francis arrived to the Dowling estate and had met the nanny. He had been keeping up with his work, tending to the garden, and to the house plants when the weather got too cold for most yard work. He had been reporting to Mr. Aziraphale on his days off, hard to track the man down sometimes with his bookstore hours being what they were, but he always found the man.

Francis let him know about the child, how he’s been rather good, though he does have a mean streak when he wants something and wants it now, even for someone who isn’t a year old yet. He also let Mr. Aziraphale know that he’s been doing his best to neutralize the influences of Ashtoreth.

However, he’s left out that the more time he spent around the estate, the more he’s been watching her. He’s seen how she acts around people, how she can be quiet and prim, proper even, when dealing with adults, but with a child? She’s as sweet as fresh honey. However, to those who tend to give her a hard time or even dare to touch her, she brings out a fury that would even have a demon blushing.

He couldn’t help but to observe how beautiful she was, with fiery hair always styled perfectly, clothing that was modest but still a bit devilish in its own right, and how she would sometimes smile at him when she caught him looking.

He bit his lip, looking at the flowers in front of him. They were a recent addition to the garden, black flowers, hard to find, but he still was able to get some for the garden. He had spent the time and effort to research dark flowers, to add a bit more to the garden rather than just the bright ones. For aesthetics, he told himself!

But these ones were special, a patch he had hidden away from the eyes of the household, growing near his cottage on the grounds. Bat orchids, though technically a deep brown, still looked black. And with a bit of help, these ones were black. He carefully picked one, standing up with a smile on his face as he crossed the yard to find Ashtoreth.

He knew she was outside, he could hear Warlock’s excited babbling and the like clear as day. He spotted them near a small ledge and steps to the upper portion of the garden and Francis blushed as he made eye contact with her, even with the shades on. “Brother Francis.” She greeted with a nod.

“M-Mornin’ Miss Ashtoreth!” He smiled as he stepped closer.

“Did you need something?” Ashtoreth asked, watching him carefully. She seemed to have noticed that he had a hand behind his back, raising an eyebrow at this. “Do you have something?” She corrected herself.

Well, it was now or never.

He approached her, bowing slightly as he held out the flower to her. She stared at it, tilting her head slightly. “This is fer you, my dear! It’s a Bat orchid, beautiful flower, also known as Devil Flower! It, uh, it reminded me of you, with all its bells and whistles. A pretty flower fer a pretty lady…” He mumbled, looking away.

Ashtoreth stared at the flower, reaching out to take it, but Warlock grabbed it instead. “Oh, well, this is rather nice of you, Bro-” She looked up from taking the flower away from the child, only to find that Francis was gone.

She looked at the orchid before smiling ever so, slipping it behind her ear. “Did you see that, my little hellspawn, the gardener gave me a gift. Now, I told you that people are terrible and should be crushed under your heels, but I think you can make an exception for him. He’s too kind for his own good, and maybe that’s a good thing.”

An hour later, when Warlock was down for his morning nap, Ashtoreth found Francis hunched over a patch of tulips, humming to himself. He didn’t seem to notice her as he stood up straight and she went in for the kill.

He didn’t see it coming as she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the lovely gift, Francis.” She whispered at his ear.

His cheeks burned red as he looked at her, seeing her lower her shades to wink. She gestured at the flower, still tucked behind her ear, before she turned around. “I’ll see you later, Francis.”

“R-Right, yes, uh, see you later, Ashtoreth…!” He touched his cheek, feeling the faint touch of lipstick there, and smiled brightly. Oh, this mission was going to be a lot more interesting now.

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This was fun, I might do more with these two as they are.

I really want to do one where Crowley and Aziraphale meet up with them years later, only to find out they’re married

WEEK ONE: CREATION, OCTOBER 6TH   /   no such truths can reach your ears than what he holds on his own tongue. come forth, brothers and sisters, and receive the word of our father !           word count :   630           trigger warnings :   suicide mention, murder mention.

          My children, understand this,     ’   you shall not raise a false report: put not your hand with the wicked to be an unrighteous witness.   ‘           This world is made of thieves and liars. They parade on street corners with signs meant only to condemn you, not for your sins, but your REDEMPTIONS. You’ve seen them, haven’t you? They spew hate because they don’t understand. No, they refuse. False names and vulgar titles have been pinned to your backs like a prank. Your skin makes you a killer. Your love makes you a sodomite. One stumble, and the hounds come snapping, don’t they?           But what could go wrong, they ask. And you’ve replied in repentance time and time again, According to you, I am already wrong.           How many have dragged that ANCHOR home, hm? Show of hands—how many of you have told your wives, your husbands, your children, when all you want is a shoulder to cry on,     ‘   It’s  n o t h i n g  ;  I’m just a little tired.   ’           How does that feel? Shitty, right?           Pardon the phrase, but no God, Christian or otherwise cares about a four-letter word. Mine speaks in EMOTION, and He believes that the energy you put out into the world is all that reflects upon who you are. Say your curses, scream them if you have to, but never say them out of hate. Hate is where you will falter every time.           I know how it feels to battle false accusation. I have been where you stand today, doubting your purpose, doubting if even GOD could save you.           I too have felt helpless and alone. But now, look around you, look at every face whose hand raised and know: what the pious believe is a single human failure makes up their worst fears. Bare your teeth in return and send those wolves howling. Be soft, brothers. Be shameless, sisters. Be  f r e e , my children, and know that you are more than a single body.           If they wish to see you—to see us—as no more than heretics and demons, then tell them in their stupor,     ’   My name is LEGION, for we are many.   ‘           A man came knocking at my door two Sundays ago. He carried a badge and a monumental skepticism, and he showed them both to me the moment he introduced himself. He was a detective of the state, looking for a man who once sat among you. When I told him I couldn’t  p o s s i b l y  tell him the whereabouts of someone who was never a member of my church, he came back with a warrant.           Forty-eight hours, they held me on the word from a holy man who preaches against people like me. People who don’t fit his definition of human. His faith convinced this detective that my brothers and I were responsible for the murder of a lost soul we still don’t know.           I know you’ve watched the news ;  I see the break in my congregation. And I understand. They’ve begun to dub us a     ‘   SUICIDE CULT   ’,     but you know as well as I that what we strive for is life. Come the end of days, I want to see you live beyond the devils who advocate your demise.           They will stop at nothing to see us fail.           I will stop at nothing to protect you from their deception.           No longer are we safe here. We have grown beyond our roots in Atlanta, and it’s time we replant them somewhere they can thrive. Brothers John and Jacob have helped me find our promised land in the North, far from the bustle of the city and the  s m o g  which fills our lungs and minds. They call it HOPE COUNTY. And perhaps there, if you are brave enough to join us on our journeys, we can find the Gates of Eden.

So, help Am I talking to myself? I need someone to hold me steady Someone to fix this mind of mine  Mind of mine  Mind of mine, yeah  A mind that left me on the floor and shaking Scared to death and suffocating God I think I'm running out of time To make it right And fix this mind of mine  Highs and lows are all I know I don't wanna be a fucked up father.

Finding Your Roots.

One day I woke up earlier then normal. My had day started like every other day, I lit a cig, hopped outta bed, took my morning shit, scrolled, and got back in bed. But something was off about this day, something felt different. && Lately I have been completely outta body. Who am I kidding..  Its been 3 years since I let go of myself. I sorta been a walking zombie. Just passing through life as if I had no goals or ambitions. As if I didn’t still have a little girl who needed me. Now don’t get me wrong because I have been HERE like physically here. However I am not mentally always available, or even emotionally half the time. My little girl has been just growing in front of me.

 A beautiful Sunflower that I myself grew. 

Being a mother meant the world to me. Through high school that was all I could think about. My peers all worried about their sexualities'.. While that did spark my interest, My first concern was having a baby. God must’ve known because he sure did bless me. Not just once, but twice !  2 Beautiful babies.. 2 years and some odd months apart. I wanted my Son then my Daughter.. You know everyone has a preference !! However I got my beautiful daughter, and her brother followed soon after. I didn’t just get what I wanted but what I NEEDED. I wasn’t aware of just how much I needed them. Now I was focused on the wrong things during my last pregnancy. I wont get to into it but just know I had one hell of a stressful 7.5 Months.. My kid’s father at the time was all I could see. All I wanted was for him to see me. He Never Did. That doesn't mean he didn’t love me. His idea of love turned out to just be a case of “Codependent” and “Scared Of Lonely”. I called it. That’s another story though. My son was born a month early. He passed away 2 months later. Cause of death on his autopsy report said the test results came back “Inconclusive” due to co-sleeping. Now this is one of the most tragic things that has ever happen to me. I wanted answers. I needed to know why.. I reached out to a friend who took a look deeper into his report. She is the one who let me know my son left lung wasn't fully developed. So that night after I laid him down.. He struggled to keep his breathe until his lung literally gave out on him. He passed away next to me, his father, and his sister not to far away in the same room...

(Breathe)

Waking up that morning is one of the most vivid memories I own. The air in my lungs was snatched away. I watched his father trying to breathe air into his little lungs. The words still bounce around the back of my head. Repeating the same way they fell from my lips that morning. My daughter was telling our neighbors and friends who seen us as they drove that.. “Mommies baby died.” It all play like a movie. Almost as if I watch it through someone else eyes. The funeral is a blurr to me.. Honestly I don’t remember much after our final viewing of what they called his body. The ways his skin felt was fake like plastic, he was hard, and cold. He didn’t smell the same. His skin look peal almost like a baby alive doll. But even the toy was more alive then he was. After we that day I went into ghost mode. 

(Breathe)

So many things happen after that day. I had forgotten my roots. I felt worthless. How could I be given a blessing so pure, so innocent, he was pure perfection. I grew him too. My own Guardian Angel. Just for him to be taken.. My connection to myself had unconnected. I couldn’t look at my daughter. I didn’t think I deserved her, and she deserves better then I could ever be. Any goals I had for school, work, my relationship had died with my son March 21st, 2017. I lost more then just him that day I lost my cousin, My family soon after, all my motivation. One day I woke up in a hospital after my failed attempt to be with my son. It’s not my proudest moments. But you’d think it would’ve woke me up? Open my eyes even a little? But here I am 3 years later still in a daze.  So much has happen. I’m sure another post will fill in all the cracks.

(Breathe)

But recently I woke up different. I realized that blaming myself has effected everyone around me. I detached from all my roots, Isolated myself from reality, and even more worse.. I neglected my own standards of being a mother. A Good Mother. I have completely allowed myself to become a person who deserved the dark fog she was living in. Every morning since has changed me just little more everyday. I started to see my lack of patience. I became aware of the cave this “home” has become. My eyes opened to just how little I of effort I have put into my chills mental growth, or validating her emotions the way I wish mine had been for years. I see a stranger in the mirror. My daughter calls her mom. She doesnt even know who I am. Just a stranger she is focused to trust.

(Breathe)

Today I ponder on my Guidance card: Finding Your Roots. After pondering it for hours. I couldn’t understand why I am finding my roots. But at the end I realized that I don’t wanna return to old roots. I need to remember them. But plant a new seed to grow. My Roots Today need to be watered. They need to nourished back to life so they too can flourish. If I am holding onto the pain from these old roots.. The ones that have died. Then My roots will never grow. The tears of my past will forever water the roots, stems, thorns, and petals of what is going to blossom into a wild field. Because even during the storm, even after being plucked from my natural habitat, even after I was forgotten nd left... Somehow here I am...

So today I woke up grounded myself, and replanted my roots. I am not searching for anymore. I’m growing them new 💕🌹

Saturday, 29 November 1828

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11 25/60

Bowels right ever since I ceased to notice the continuity – at Hoppus’s measurer (1/2 hour) till 7 1/2 –  from 7 40/60 to 10 wrote 3 pages and the ends small and close, to my aunt – breakfast at 10 10/60 – came upstairs at 10 40/60 – 

In the letter to my aunt mention the additional difficulty (some time ago) about Northgate title deeds – Lower brea ready to leave 6 yards in front of the house – to be begun next spring or as soon after as possible – In treaty with Joseph Wilkinson about the coals bought of Dr Drake – know not how the matter will end – going to try to get back the Pump servants‘ pew – mention all the railing done and doing some walling and setting stones at Mytholm wood – about 2/3 of the Cunnery plantation (or Coneyry spelt properly) now to be dignified with the name of wood, felled, and replanting with oaks – so much wood dead and worth little, and so much wanted for railing shall only get about £10 towards expect – 3 new hedges to be planted – Benjamin’s wellfield Wellroyde brow, and upper Cunnery – must do the rest of the Cunnery wood the next time of coming over much most on that account be at this time of year – the whole of the Clough to be planted and there to be one day a pretty walk – thorn planted near Allen Car well – Skelfler title not yet completed – Mr Robinson daily expected here – mortgage could not be transferred – would only perpetuate blunders – so new mortgage deeds made – 

‘my father seems better satisfied with me and my alterations there I fancied him at 1st; and we are getting on very well – His ideas of the picturesque are not of the highest order – would you believe, that he took up, and had planted in the hedges, as many of those beautiful single thorns in the upper fields, as they could remove? I have told him I would rather give him 5 pounds a piece to let them remain – and he will spare the spade in this kind of things in future – one of his plans, you know, was to straighten the course of the brook! After all, so long as he does not put his plans in execution, I cannot help smiling – what would have become of us all, if my uncle had done differerently?’ 

mention the history of Yorkshire coming out, to be published at Leeds, in one shilling 8vo octavo, and (proof plates 4to quarto) 2 shilling nos numbers, and the man’s coming to take a view of Shibden for the work – Dr. Belcombe died at 1 p.m. Monday the 17teenth instant – account of the funeral – M– (Mariana) to stay till next week and spend one day or 2 here on her return – ‘Her health very delicate – I know not quite what to make of it’ N–s (Norcliffes) going to Bath on the 2nd next month – Norcliffe to be in Paris this winter – shall at least spend Xmas Christmas in England – satisfied now Mrs B– (Barlow) is in Paris – she will give my not all necessary assistence – if not furnish with money will send it over – as to the apartment – 

‘perhaps you had best make sure of where we are for 3 months longer – you will know, on my return, that I had better ‘reason’ (allude to MacD–’s (MacDonald’s) sister at Tobermory saying, they had never sent for MacD– (MacDonald) to be with her mother, but she had ‘so good a place (thought it a pity – they may not always think so) then you can now imagine for determining to take back with me a woman servant – as for upper slower, you will soon see the inexpediency of such distinction – the work of each will be ascented; and each ought to be a comfort to the other – MacD– (MacDonald) has nothing to fear – nothing to lose, but surely something to gain – we will by and by setting all this, it being premised, that one of them must always in the anteroom – It seems Madame de R– (Rosny) did not forget her promise, tho’ made in such a manner, that if she had forgotten it, I ought not to have found great fault – I will thank her on my return’ – 

mention Miss Margaret Crompton’s intended match and the news of Mrs N–’s (Norcliffe’s) last letter – all right again at Crownest – Mr Wiglesworth’s affairs so bad, will hardly be anything for his grandchild – (worth £17.000 when dissolved partnership with Mr

Thompson – Gill, and his servant and mistress Caroline cheated him) – other local news Mrs Veitch very poorly but better – ask my aunt to ask Mrs B– (Barlow) to as Madame Galvani 

‘to tell me how and what to write to the Directeur généneral de Douanes at Paris, to get the duty on the plate I wish to take over, remitted’ – 

mention the rate of Duty and terms of Deposit – (vide Birmingham’s letter) – mention the quantity of plate packed up – from 10 40/60 to 11 1/2 wrote the above of today read over my letter and wafered and took it down forJohn to take to the post at 12 – to Madame Madame Lister place neuve de la madeleine No 2 Paris’ –

cut my nails Dawdling over 1 thing or other – wild, windy, rainy day – went out at 12 1/4 to the Coneyry Wood – the men gone to Dinner – very wild and rough and rainy – walked about – musing about planting 2 or 3 trees next west corner Lower Cunnery – down by Benjamin’s – on planting about 5 trees (at 10 yards distance) there – then to the new brook when the Godley road is to cross it – why have a brridge – from 18 to 20 feet  deep of cutting – why not slope down to it on each side? – this would save a bridge and we might the most casually get rid of the road altogether – mention this to Mr Waterhouse – and that I should be glad if could help me to manage getting that piece of ground of Mr Emmett’s, cut off on this side, at a reasonable price – went back to the plantation and found the men there (Throp and the 2 wallers) at 1 20/60 – Calculating the expense of planting Bairstow supposing 9 Daywere all trenched at 2/6 per rood acorns dibbled in at 6 inch distance in trenches 1 or 1 1/2 feet distance at 1/. per rood – and afterwards cleaning (hoeing or cartting up as one would here turnips) at 6 d pence per rood – would let the hill on fire before beginning to trench, let it lie all winter, and sow or dibble in in March – Reckoning the walling altogether at 15/. per rood, and allowing £70 for walling, at a rough calculation, said the thing could not

be done, and the trees upheld (cleaned) for 3 years under £300 – the trees from William Keighley we are now planting are of 3 years growth – In nurseries, keep the acorns and other tree seeds over winter and sow in March – make a spade breadth trench by running along the spade and this taking up the earth about 4 inches deep – in this drop the acorns pretty thick and cover about 4 inches deep – the acorns soon come up – some do, and some do not transplant oaks, they have such a long root – If planting in a poor soil and high, bleak place prefers planting in spring to now – the plants in that case often rot and die by being so long in the ground without vegetation – gave Nathan and Robert each £2 on account – Mosey and companion were here this morning, but the day so bad, they went away before dinner – left the plantation about 3 1/4 – met John, and sent him to help to finish the trees laid out and there till the men to go home – came in at 3 25/60 – very wet – changed even to my dressinggown – William Keighley junior came at 4 3/4 – paid him his bill – 2200 oaks putting in at £4 instead of 40/. or 42/. per thousand – ‘to felling wage’ at 1/. in the pound 20/. (having valued the sycamores here at £5.2.0) – I saw he was not at 1st., quite right at this having got the wood but I took no notice – will come and prune, and cut off the upper Cunnery hedge for me –thinks I do right to rail it – He is all for planting in spring, and drought comes, almost sure to droughted – wrote the last 24 lines of today which took me till 5 5/60 – 

from 5 1/4 to 6 40/60 wrote 3 pages and the ends, read over and sealed my letter to IN Isabella Norcliffe – nothing particular – said I had left the miniature (likeness of myself by Millet) – at Lawton, so could not now send it to Fisher’s – would send it in a parcel from London – IN (Isabella Norcliffe) – to write and give me her address in Bath as soon as they are settled – ‘You would, of course, think the death of an excellent and ‘lamented friend Dr Belcombe a happy release – they all seem to bear it as well as could be expected’ merely added that Mrs L– (Lawton) seemed to fear her mother would bear up less well by and by there now – M–’s (Mariana’s) health so delicate, know not what to make of it – ‘I often think on the subject with much and painful anxiety’ – no doubt, she can get things over from France, but must pay for them pretty dearly – will ask Birmingham about it – make no promises about Mac D–’s (MacDonald’s) gown – going to France and coming from there makes all the difference in the world – shall take even plate, books, linens, etc. etc. putting return to make for the permission of the Directeur général des Douanes to take over plate duty free, to have anything found that I had not fairly named – should be here over Xmas at least – sent off my letter to IN– (Isabella Norcliffe) (Langton hall, Malton) by John at 6 50/60 at which her dinner – dozed a little afterwards –

came up to bed at 9 40/60 – speaking of the Cunnery, my father would not build a farmstead there, but portion off the land to Benjamin Bottomley’s, Pearson’s, John Oates’s, George Naylors, and Charles Howarth’s – about 40 Daywere thus to divide amongst them – Mrs Robinson told them some time ago they said nothing now of any more building at Lower brea – an improvement in machinery – could get all done by this means at the mile – would set about it next spring – wild, windy,

rainy, rough day – the wind abated and very heavy rain all the evening – 3/4 hour studying Hoppus’s measure –

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I think I may have broken the weather

Ruth wonders whether the change in the weather was caused by moving her Mediterranean shrubs to their summer home

Pinching out water shoots and suckers from our lemon tree

I’d like to take this opportunity to apologise profusely for the abrupt slump in the weather towards the end of last week. It’s all my fault you see, for moving our olive and lemon trees out of the greenhouse and into their summer residency on the patio.

I think they enjoyed their winter undercover but now they need fresh rain, sunshine and a breeze to continue to grow strongly.

Citrus trees need a high nitrogen feed between March and October

Both are young trees but growing well – touch wood. The lemon has a few small fruits and lots of deliciously scented flowers. I fed it with a summer citrus feed added to a can of rainwater, then pinched out a few wayward and tattered shoot (known as ‘water shoots’) and removed a handful of suckers sprouting around the base of the trunk.

Pinch out suckers and water shoots growing from the trunk of your citrus tree

Pinching out over-long top growth keeps the plant looking neat and removing unwanted trunk growths stops energy being syphoned away from the main plant.

The olive tree was also fed and watered, this time with a new organic all-round feed called BioPower, which is a by-product from a family-run farm in Cumbria.

BioPower is a new organic liquid feed from EcoGrow and can be used on all your plants

It’s a pungent brew but promises to deliver all the necessary ingredients for healthy, robust plants. You can find out more and buy it at ecogrow.co.uk

Olives are under threat across Europe from a deadly disease spread by sap-sucking spittle bugs. Xylella fastidiosa is a bacterium that results in the disease and death of many popular garden plants.

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It is established in areas of Italy, France and Spain and has resulted in the death of millions of olive trees in southern Italy. It affects more than 500 different plant species including garden favourites such as lavender, oleander, rosemary and flowering cherry.

If you see cuckoo spit made by froghoppers (spittlebugs) please report it if you can

So far it hasn’t been found in the UK to date and we want to keep it that way, so the RHS is calling on people to report sightings of spittlebugs – also known as froghoppers – that are found in gardens, meadows, grasslands and woodlands from April to late June.

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There are ten species of spittlebug in the UK and the young, called nymphs, produce whitish, frothy blobs of spittle (often called cuckoo spit) on leaves and branches.

If you find any in your garden, you can report it online only at surveymonkey.co.uk/r/spittle2020

Other shrubby jobs completed this week included tying our container-growing ‘Countess of Wessex’ clematis to a trellis.

Tying our compact ‘Countess of Wessex’ clematis to a trellis

This gorgeous compact climber with large white and pink blooms cost less than a fiver in the garden centre bargain bin last summer. This summer it is putting on an amazing show and with any luck will have a second flowering in late summer and early autumn, providing it is fed and watered well.

My final task was the re-potting (and hopefully saving) of a small, neglected bottlebrush tree that seemed to outgrow its pot and compost in the time it took me to make a cup of tea.

Teasing out the roots of our potbound bottlebrush

Once it was out of its container I teased out the roots as best I could. Sometimes it’s easier to do this in bowl of water as it washes away the old compost and makes it easier for you to get fingers and thumbs into the roots to untangle them.

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This is also an excellent opportunity to check for other problems such as vine weevil grubs or small slugs feeding on and among the roots. If you find any, wash the roots in clean water and re-pot in new compost.

Slug eggs are easy to spot as they are large, white or creamy and translucent. Crush them or put them on the bird table. Vine weevil eggs are too small to see, though the grubs are plump and cream-coloured, around 1/2in (1cm) long with brown heads.

Giving the repotted bottlebrush a good soak

Treat any grubs you find the same as the snail eggs then water the replanted shrub with a nematode of chemical drench.

My bottlebrush is now replanted in a larger pot of John Innes No 3 compost and I’m watching its progress carefully, keeping fingers crossed that I didn’t leave it too late.

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