a-s-fischer:

I grew up in citrus farming country, and had orange and lemon trees. And I saw a post today about how people in the US have gotten so used to everything being always availible that when they walk into a grocery store in January to buy a lemon, they expect the lemon to be there, and they never even consider how unnatural it is that we have lemons in January.

And this is so completely not the point of that post, which is why I’m making my own post, but this example really really bothers me, because as I said I grew up in citrus country, and citrus are winter fruits, and January is lemon season.

Which ultimately goes to prove the point of that post, that we are so used to this kind of constant availability, that most people don’t even know what season is lemon season.

failedaugment:

It’s Weyounsday my dudes! This little space elf is having a day at the water park! (Fully clothed) What fun filled shenanigans will he get up to?

Fun Fact: Weyoun takes baths in his clothes

radiofreederry:

Reblog with your animal. It’s toucans for me

stopthatbluecat:

Earth Tones: The Unexpected Fic

Kelas wakes up in terrible pain. Kelas Art

hedgehog-moss:

I went to close the coop earlier but the hens didn’t feel like going home just yet, so I told them they could forage for ten more minutes before bedtime. When I returned (expecting to find them huddled inside, say good night, and close the door) they were standing by the door, looking like they didn’t dare to go in. There was a bird in their coop. A non-chicken bird. It was flying chaotically the way trapped birds do, crashing into every wall, somehow unable to stumble through the wide open door. The hens were staring at it with total stupefaction. The three of us stood there watching the bird and feeling awkward before it occurred to me to open the trap door over the nesting boxes, and it finally managed to fly out through this larger opening. The hens immediately entered their coop, climbed the little ladder to get inside and started the delicate process of choosing which perch to settle on tonight—while clucking to each other nonstop. I bet they’re still talking about it. They saw a fellow bird choose to leave the safety of the coop and fly away into the forest right as the sun was setting. Just about the craziest thing a bird could do. I started walking home and I could still hear their clucks of disbelief inside the coop the whole time.

cattycattitude:

cattycattitude:

You’re telling me a gar* licked this bread?

*a North American freshwater fish of the family Lepisosteidae

A helpful visual:

ghadah:

beidak-art:

Now, if you want to, you can see it all.