I’m a black man that LOVES to garden. I’m studying plants in school for crying out loud. Y’all should see the shit I can grow.
My specialty is fruit trees. I currently have:
3 peach, 1 apricot, 1 plum, 10 apple trees, 2 lemon trees. And I’m germinating clementine seeds right now and I’ll be cross pollinating with the Lemon trees pretty soon
👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 GOOD FOR YOU BABY… IM HERE FOR THE GROWTH OF YOU FRUIT TREES.. ESPECIALLY PEACH CUZ ITS MY FAVORITE FRUIT ND COLOR 😁
Heres a few of my trees:
Peach tree, 15 years old (my very first plant)
My baby peach tree named after @pooppride , she is 6 months old and only 3 feet (I neglected to put her in the ground so she became dormant…but she’ll grow again)
My lemon tree named Courtni!!! Mind you, I live in Baltimore and its cold but I proved a lot of people wrong about growing citrus and my tree is proof that I did it
My pineapple :3 theyre really interesting to watch grow. They grow like cactus so it’s a super slow process.
Excuse me, look at my brother’s plants.
I’m inspired. I ain’t got no green thumb but I wanna try again 😩
Nonsense! My grandma would always tell me black people have natural gifts for plants cause most of the plants in the US were brought here by slavery (especially watermelon so thats why we get that stereotype). If you ever need tips just ask!
Btw i found a few more pics of my stuff I grew (most I gave away):
My lovely lovely little apple tree. Shes a little baby but I believe in her! The cool thing about apples are that if you get a seed form the fruit and grow it, theres a HUGE chance that it wont be the same kind. i.e. if you have Granny Smith seeds they could become Gala or Pink Lady!
Another pic of another peach tree I have to give away (IF ANYONE YOU SEEING THIS IS IN BALTIMORE, HMU IF YOU WANT THIS TREE!)
Here’s a comparison of how peach trees look when theyre REALLY fresh from their seed. Them so cute smol
And finally (i talk a lot im sorry :/) a watermelon I picked off with me in it, tho it wasn’t even ready Lol
I hope you can garden with me sometime 🌸🌺🌻💐🌷🌹🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍈🍓🍇🍉🍌🍒🍑🍍🍅🍆🌽🌶
I wish I could grow fruit
Your plants are beautiful!
Thank you :). I forgot to mention I have a mango tree, too. Her name is Lauren and Ive been neglecting her :/ SO I SHALL CONTINUE TO GROW HER
Im gonna get some more mango seeds today and show yall how to grow stuff like citrus and tropical fruit and other fruits n veggies
This is so beautiful and pure. Ohmygod.
This man out here repopulating the garden of Eden and I can’t even keep my cilantro plant alive 😭😭😭. Bless up sir.
Don’t be discouraged! It took me bout 20 peach seeds to get my smallest tree to grow 😁. Gardening with me is literally trial and error.
Good dogs protect their families without hesitation, but I always ran when He came home. I never knew how to act around Him. The bad times could happen at any time and even though He mostly ignored me no one else was that lucky.
I thought about biting him. I growled once, before I learned to never do that again. After that I hid, only coming out to follow the sounds of crying and nose at the bruises. Pathetic.
A good dog would have fixed it. A good dog wouldn’t be scared.
When we moved into the new house there was something already living there, something that good dogs chase away. A thick shadow thing that stood in the halls at night, making hungry sounds.
It watched Him.
I watched it.
We had been living there for a year before I saw it move. I followed it down to the living room where it crawled up the couch and poured itself into his sleeping mouth. He gurgled and twitched and I hid under the big chair until he stopped clawing at his throat. When he sat up, he smiled and tried to call to me.
I stayed under the big chair for three days.
It’s been inside him for a while now, constantly writhing under his skin. No one else notices. It’s hard for humans to see I think. Seeing is a dog’s gift and if I was a good dog I would tell them.
But.
No one has cried for so long. No one hides. There are no more bruises. I let it sit beside me and scratch behind my ears. It’s voice is so nice and calm.
It calls me a good dog.
the micro fiction i wrote for Alice X’s march prompt of “
super friendly but misunderstood parasites” over on patreon.
its not a traditional nice parasite story but i’d written a traditional nice parasite story years ago and i didn’t want to repeat myself. plus, i don’t know if anyone else’s family holds this superstition, but i’ve been taught all my life that if a pet won’t go in a room or walk over a particular thing i should just follow its lead. so the thought of a pet willfully ignoring whatever it sees is both interesting and spooky whether the story is about shadow demons or human robbers.
I’ve been thinking today about soft girls. The quiet ones, the shy ones. The ones who wear dresses and fade into the background a bit. The ones who feel things intensely and guard the people and things they love passionately.
Thinking about submitting to a soft girl. Who doesn’t require force to have control. Who deserve devotion and loyalty. Whose soft “I think I’d like to…” is a command. Thinking about wanting to take care of and protect a soft girl. To serve her and be devoted to her. As a strong one it might look like I’m the one running the show, but we’d just smile, because we’d know the truth. At the end of the day, everything is for her.
idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like
no = “No,” she said.
no. = "No,” she said sharply.
No = “No,” she
stated
firmly.
No. = “No,” she snapped.
NO = “No!” she shouted.
noooooo = “No,” she moaned.
no~ = “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.
~no~ = “No,” she drawled sarcastically.
NOOOOO = “No!” she screamed dramatically.
no?! = “No,” she said incredulously.
I’ve been calling this “typographical nuance” and I have a few more to add:
*no* = “No,” she said emphatically.
*nopes on out of here* = “No,” she said of herself in the third person, with a touch of humorous emphasis.
~*~noooo~*~ = “No,” she moaned in stylized pseudo-desperation.
#no = “No,” she added as a side comment.
“no” = “No,” she scare-quoted.
wtf are you kidding no = “No,” she said flatly. “And I can’t believe I have to say this.”
no no No No NO NO NO NO = "No,” she repeated over and over again, growing louder and more emphatic.
nooOOOO = “No,” she said, starting out quietly and turning into a scream.
*no = “Oops, I meant ‘no,’” she corrected, “Sorry for the typo in my previous message.”
I’ve never seen anyone use no~, but I still knew exactly what it was?
radical softness as a weapon, Lora Mathis (2015) radical softness is the idea that sharing your emotions is a political move & a tactic against a society which prioritizes a lack of emotions. strength does not have to mean turning off how you feel and being guarded. it can be sharing yourself openly. it can be putting energy into healing. it can be documenting your vulnerability in-order to make others feel less alone. it can be refusing to be sorry for how you feel. radical softness combats the toxic masculinity which permeates our culture and embraces softness and emotionality-however they may look.
