warm fruit


“Follow the rainbow to my door….”  The male Satin Bowerbird, an Australian species endemic to the rainforests of the East Coast regions of the mainland and Tasmania, constructs an intricate ‘bower’ on which to display, dance and attract a mate. All bowerbird species do this, however the Satin variety has a penchant for indigo blue and collects all kinds of objects in various shades of this colour to decorate the bower with. The male Satin bowerbird’s plumage has an iridescent sheen in this colour, and the female, whilst having spotted beige plumage, has a striking eye colour in this same indigo shade as well. Male bowerbirds spend an extraordinary amount of effort and time adorning their bowers, arranging and re-arranging objects around it’s entrance as seen in the above photo examples.


Keeping it Warm by Jason Ogden
Via Flickr:
Living in the Pacific Northwest requires us to bring in our lemon tree every winter to protect it from the cold…but this might be going a little too far.

Pesto, tomato, and caper spinach salad w/ some eggs over easy and tofu (fight me).

Since this isn’t really a “recipe” I’ll opt for an ingredients list. 

  • baby spinach
  • grape tomatoes
  • capers
  • salt
  • black pepper
  • red pepper flake
  • garlic
  • pesto (jar or homemade, of course)
  • red wine vinegar 
  • eggs
  • tofu

Of course, you can always do breakfast sausages (or another meat sub). Tofu is just what I have on hand! I normally wouldn’t pair it with Italian flavors, but–hey, I gotta eat something and I hate spending money. 

This can be dairy free if you omit cheese from the pesto as I have. Yes, a little magic might be missing but I’m happy as a clam with a mouth full of fresh basil.

Also, I bought a pretty nice cantaloupe so I (futilely) cut it up and had some banana. Fun fact, I suck at cutting everything. I make my fiance do it and call him my sous chef. Sometimes, I must fend on my own, though! I don’t normally have anything in my coffee but I’m having a very; hmm, flighty appetite today so I put some coconut milk in my coffee for the sake of tossing in a few more calories. 

Love you too~

Well, well, well, look who is trying their hand at Chloenette. Tbh this is really short, silly and stupid and they are probably OOC, so fml. I’m a bit rusty with writing, after two weeks of almost no writing at all. But I couldn’t get the idea out of my head.

“I need to take you shopping.”

Marinette looked up from her sketch. She and Chloé were paired off for a school project and they were supposed to work. But between the way too warm day outside and fruit tarts Marinette’s parents brought up, well, working on the project. They were both sharing Marinette’s chaise lounge. Marinette was on her stomach, working on some designs in her sketchbook, while Chloé was on her back using the papers for the project as an improvised fan while scrolling through her instagram. She was, until she got distracted, that’s it.

“What’s wrong with my clothes now?” Marinette said with a fond eye roll. Chloé had a thing for criticizing the most ridiculous things about her clothes, like how the rips in her jeans were too messy or something along those lines.

“Your back pockets are uneven.” Chloé stated.

Marinette put her pencil down and turned towards her. “You surely spent a lot of time staring at my ass to reach that conclusion.”

Her lips curled in a smirk as Chloé huffed and turned her head. “I didn’t stare at your ass at all.”

“Denial doesn’t suit you. Also, nice shade. Are you trying to out red a strawberry?”

“I’m not red!” Chloé crossed her arms, obviously annoyed Marinette realized she had been, in fact, starring at her glorious ass the whole time.

Marinette snorted. And then, a little idea bloomed in the corner of her mind. Propping herself on her elbows, Marinette called. “Hey, Chloé.”

Chloé turned around, only to be welcomed by Marinette’s lips on hers. Marinette had never been a sloppy kisser, but this one was pretty messy. Chloé didn’t even had time to respond properly, before Marinette pulled back. The little shit was smirking too, but Chloé was a little bit too caught up between the surprise and the fact that honestly, that shade just didn’t look good on Marinette.

“Hey, Chloé.” she called again, but this time in a lower voice.


Marinette’s smirked smugly. “Your lipstick is smudged.” she run her thumb across Chloé’s bottom lip to make a point.

Chloé pouted, crossing her arms again. “I hate you.”

“I love you too.” Marinette winked at her, before returning to her sketches.


14•c here in the Riverland South Australia but when you work around home it’s warm enough
Recycling old fruit bins an pallets to use as wood furniture or firewood



When spring unfolds the beechen-leaf and sap is in the bough,
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow,
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!


When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade,
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid,
When sun and shower upon the earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair!


When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold,
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!


When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!


When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!


When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!


Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.


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