A walk with #nature #milkweed #gardening

Yard sale! #ZapSnag for 7272 sats (.00007272 BTC) about $8 cuck bucks. First to zap this note the amount above gets this piece of history. #satsale Sure, choosing whatever seat is available is going away next year. But this Red Boarding Pass - First Boarding Group will last forever. Southwest used plastic boarding cards from sometime in the 1970s (rough estimate) up to the phase-out in 2002. The official switch away began in early 2002, and by mid-2002 they were phasing them out in favor of flimsy paper passes.

Gotta be quicker than that!

I am so thankful that Al Powell helped save Nakatomi Plaza on Christmas Eve 1988.

Wifey casually brought home a Camp Axe for me. She said I wanted one.

Strong vibes of Buckminster Fuller ‘doing more with less’ and the dome film my mom starred in the late 60’s.

All this talk of #meshtastic has perked my curiosity

Skirt milkweed is a newly described cryptic milkweed in Texas. This is big news.

Has anyone done a #zapsnag yard sale?

I was not even sure if I like figs when I planted them fig tree. So I bought some at Costco, from turkey. They taste great!

You can just #zapsnag notes for milkweed seeds.

Options wave was weak. No foam.

omg - if I have both… I will probably cause a BTC singularity event and break the whole thing

Idk. What does luna node . com spin up? If it is core, yes.

Unexpected growth from the roots removed from Hall’s milkweed plants o was shipping. I had torn off some water-roots and planted them. Now three green stems are growing. Ascleias hallii clones!

There’s a stool at the edge of the classroom, plain black plastic with metal legs, worn smooth by years of restless sneakers and backpack drops. Nobody paid much attention to it until someone noticed the odd detail: one screw gleaming silver among the flat black plastic. It wasn’t ordinary hardware but a marker left behind by a teacher long ago, a teacher who believed learning could happen anywhere—not just inside classrooms. If you sat on the stool and touched the screw while asking a question out loud, the answer would come easier. Sometimes it was a memory that popped into your head, other times it was a friend walking by with just the right explanation. Before long, 6th graders started using the stool before tests, during science projects, or when math homework felt impossible. Teachers noticed the hush that fell whenever a student sat there, hand brushing the silver screw, lips moving in concentration. The stool became less about wood and metal, more about confidence and curiosity. The magic, of course, wasn’t in the screw. It was in the students believing they had a place where questions mattered, and where learning could happen in the opened air, between the shouts of tag and the scuff of soccer balls. That’s why the stool still stands, silver screw shining like a reminder: knowledge waits for anyone who dares to sit down and ask.