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Elsewhere, in what is becoming the "medicines that are nitrogen-fixers" bed, some sort decorative of lambs-ear blossoms, while a naturalized specimen captured from nearby train tracks sends out its first bud.

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Raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries.

Ripening on a cool and still, cloudy day in late spring.

The berries here are kept in containers, unfortunately distant from the land, but their blossoms attract bugs that live in the land, making them a part of the gift all the same.

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Mutualism is one way human people recognize the system of reciprocity we live within.

It's the philosophy that guided folk to pass on these plants to me as gifts.

From top left, clockwise:
- lemon mint
- ??? already forgot the name
- cherry tomato plant
- cayenne pepper plant
- echinacea
- black hungarian chili pepper plant
- marigold

Not pictured are some sort of lambs-ear.

The livestream will be up for a while this morning!

Listen to the birds and watch @emsenn@myasstodon.xyz sweep and do other small chores.

twitch.tv/emsenn/

Yesterday evening, as the cedar smoke we were smudging did its blessing work on the space, my partner was crouched down, carefully lifting up leaves.

"oooh!"

"ahh!"

I heard as they explored. After a few minutes, they came back. In their hand, red spheres, covered in tinier red droplet shapes. The tightness, near ripe to bursting, apparent in each. Skywoman's heart; heartberries: wild strawberries.

"An early birthday gift," my partner told me. They put the first in their mouth. I watched as their face tightened in anticipation of a sour that never came. I watched as they relaxed into the floral sweetness of their first berry of the season.

And ate another, and another, until the small pile in their hand was reduced to one round berry. They popped it in their mouth.

"That one was the best yet."

The smudging cedar cracked under its own heat, not breaking the revelry but contextualizing it: every part of the land, not just the ripened berries, is a gift. From Earth, to us. From us, to the Earth.

Two photographs from today:

1) I put up some notices around the space, encouraging folk to respect it.

2) Moss trays. Once the moss is a bit more established (I just transferred it from the over-wintering tray), I can use these kind of like how biologists use agar plates: to capture the seeds that are blowing around an area. The purpose is not comparative research, but to serve as indicators for which natives and invasives are self-propagating into an area, so I can be mindful of that influence, out of my control.

I'll be doing some transplanting for a bit, so I'll turn on the livestream!

twitch.tv/emsenn/

Howdy folk! It was supposed to rain today, but now the forecast calls for a sunny afternoon. Weather, eh?

I'll hopefully be transplanting and planting new stuff today, as well as doing some weeding. I'm short on soil at the moment, and the rains make riddling it out tricky, but I might end up doing some of that, if I bring up the unsorted compost in bins into the sun for a bit? I'm not sure how much soil that would get me, versus how much effort.

Picture unrelated, it's a pea that got left forgotten for the winter, but made it through and is giving a spring crop.

Remap for the indigenoUS, not RCMP or ICE

It is time to stop Ecological and economic genocide upon people of color. Tortoise Mountain and Turtle Island natives are the original Ecosteaders. Long before European and other settlers with delusions about government-subsidized development in "blocks" of colonizer cash infrastructure, Native Land Before Invasion was organic. And there never were opportunities or roles for any white dudes as a "Chief" Executive Officer. Get out of here and fix the problems plaguing Europe before trying to kill the indigenoUS Earth.

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