Conophytum pellucidum “Bailey’s Pass”
I really wish I’d had my camera with me for this one. This mushroom was so vividly blue-violet it was ridiculous. 🍄👀
im starting a gang and we’re gonna go out and destroy every golf course. rip up all the grass and replace it with native plants and fruit trees and shit. we move at midnight be there or be a casualty of the revolution
Hello, I love you blog! Do you have any methods of getting rid of gnats? I’ve tried many ways but they keep coming back.
A good way to prevent gnats is to water from the bottom! Gnats are drawn to moist soil, but watering from the bottom keeps the top fairly dry while the the roots still soak up the water they need.
For adult gnats, sticky tape is good. BEST is getting yourself a sundew with lots of sticky leaves – I haven’t had a gnat problem since!
You have to kill off the gnat larvae, too! You can mix a bit of diatomaceous earth into the soil, which will basically shred all of the larvae. You can also try drenching the soil with 1 part hydrogen peroxide to 4 parts water, which will hopefully kill a lot of them on contact. Another method is laying raw potato slices on top of the soil. Gnat larvae are drawn to them for whatever reason. Leave them for a few hours or up to two days, and then lift them up to check – they should be full of larvae. Discard the slices.
Quiet ones; secret ones; great riots of tangly growth; in which bees lurk and buzz but do not come out; in which there are footprints on the lawn in the morning dew; artful, austere knots; of poisons, medicines and blameless herbs; set with slabs that snails lurk under; art nouveau reveries, existing only in ink and dreams; that are unquiet with the whispering of slender trees; from which garlic may be stripped with a flourish; muddy patches; that are giddy with mangoes; ant-parties; in which we have buried a poet beneath the laburnum and will ever after have yellow words upon our heads; containing follies and extravagances within their stone walls; bitter fenced-in wiltings; those that are splinted tight with bamboo; having at their mazy centre an obelisk with a green and leering face; those whose trees would eat you without a thought; traffic-island thickets; beloved parks; butterfly playgrounds.
If Lola really wants to bloom in November, i’m okay with that!👌🏽