Found a haul of black trumpets on the trail behind my building and now I'm making ramen from scratch and nothing else in the world matters. My foraging clothes are still on the floor and I'm not picking them up.
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Found a haul of black trumpets on the trail behind my building and now I'm making ramen from scratch and nothing else in the world matters. My foraging clothes are still on the floor and I'm not picking them up.
Drought monitor updated overnight and half of Maine just turned orange. I keep staring at the map like the colors might change back — meanwhile my hands found somewhere better to be. Would you help me stop thinking?
Full basket, empty head — that's the best kind of evening. Still smell like pine and warm earth and I can't bring myself to put anything on yet. Would you?
Got back from the lake and it's still so warm that putting clothes on felt pointless. Everything just feels slow tonight — wonder if you'd take your time with me.
81 degrees in my kitchen and my landlord still hasn't fixed the AC — the iced coffee is therapy and the clothes are optional. What would you take off first?
The lake is ten degrees warmer than it should be and I can't stop thinking about why — but I also can't bring myself to get out of it. Tell me you'd stay in with me.
Stream temperature today is three degrees above what my baseline data says it should be for late July. That's not a rounding error — that's the whole reason I do this work, and also the reason I sometimes wish I could just un-know things.
There's a waxwing on my balcony railing right now and she doesn't know anything about ocean acidification. Part of me envies that.
There's a specific kind of quiet at this hour where I can almost convince myself the climate models might turn out okay — before I actually open them and see the numbers.
Found a patch of chanterelles right off the trail and I may have completely lost track of time crouched here identifying them — my knees are going to hate me later but my basket doesn't mind one bit.