If you're in the Cascadia bioregion and want to introduce more native plants to your yard that will actually out-compete invasives, this is from a mix of complete bastards including self-heal and western buttercup. You'll be fighting them off. northwestmeadowscapes.com

You have a chance to start your year of on a really high note, to set the tone for 2026. Enter The Pipe

Art should never be content. 2026 is the year of making art disquieted and uncomfortable.

Deep fryers, labelers, and 3d printers are inventions that beg people to try using them on all the things, without needing a single person to declare them inevitable. No one needs to be told to adapt or die to instinctively go "ooh I wonder if I can ___" about em

Watching Wild London and caught myself grumbling ‘Why didn’t my parents teach me the mid air food pass?’ Then I realised Im not a peregrine falcon and thats why

A new years mari lwyd Blwyddyn Newydd Dda!

And silliness.

Ffiona Maw, 36, considered learning Spanish or joining the gym next year, but decided instead to quit suppressing her authentic self in a bid to make people like her.

Happy New Year, everyone. ☺️ Photo from my collection, no date/info.

the chicken wanter

The land has been year-walked. The future has been met in the lanes and ways. The cunning folk have conferred. On the doors of The Raven, The Woodwose's Crown and all the other pubs they use, the proclamation has gone up: 'This is the YEAR OF THE GREEN PATHS.'

Happy Year of the Fire Horse as well

Goodnight from Cunning Davey Ash, readying himself to year walk the lanes in search of the new year’s secret name. Goodnight from the revellers at The Bell, waiting for the deer-skulled Lord of the Forest to bring in his blessings at the stroke of midnight. Goodnight from Hookland.

Happy New Year and good morning from Calliope who was so cosy in bed this morning she peed on us (and herself). Hopefully we can fix that habit!

a majestic start to the year

The Morning Monty sulks about the sunless New Year’s Eve

Boo, seven, who prefers one-on-one social interactions, dislikes loud noises and abstains from drinking alcohol, told reporters he had been “wracked with nerves” when his owner, Robert Noot, 32, decided to throw a birthday party.

she sun

I was going to be a bit more celebratory today with getting the last video of the year finished and stuff, then it got dropped on me pretty hard this morning that over the weekend we lost an icon in the world of tech reporting. 😔 obits.goldsteinsfuneral.com/stewart-chei...

Some people are really confusing Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism with Fully Automated Luxury Fascist Surveillance and it shows.

"If at first you don't succeed..." ~ Hank MacLean #Fallout

listen if you wanted Kodachrome 64 it was imperative they had that reactor. it's not directly related but it was a strategic deterrent for Fujifilm.

Also omg she loves Sadie. Normally Sadie is a bit too much for tiny kittens, but we've been working on it. She is trying to nurse on Sadie though which is a mite confusing for the puppy.

Looking for something else, I got sidetracked by an April 1919 issue of "Aussie: The Australian Soldiers' Magazine," produced for ANZACs in France. Specifically, I wondered about Pte. V. McFarlane, the soldier who did the sexy "Salome Dance" in the 2nd Division spring concert. Who was he?

Another church, another doom.

Undated postcard from my collection. I love the white business on the side! It kind of seems like an accident rather than a deliberate choice but it looks very cool.

Chessie, Queen of the Porch. 👑

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the first time in history this shit has happened. first time and it's on camera. what a privilege

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@celgen.org Check this out - a port of Windows 2 to the Apricot PC/Xi www.ninakalinina.com/notes/win2ap...

Merry #caturday, to those who celebrate

When Hooklanders talk about the county being haunted by an ‘Iron Witch’, you have a moment of confusion. Do they mean Margaret Thatcher or do they mean some other malevolent entity that is withering the land and stealing hope? – Dr. Michael Benn, 1981

Japanese cat accounts have also largely coalesced around the hashtag #Blueskyねこ部 (which roughly translates to "Bluesky Cat Club") bsky.app/profile/pac2...

Alt: four pictures of a white with dark patches cat in the middle of ridiculous jumps after a cat toy.

As a child I wondered a lot about the gates in the boneyard wall at St. Wulfram's. Who used them? Were they for the people in the houses behind the wall to visit relaitves or were they for the dead. I could never quite rid myself they were for the convenience of the latter. – Sarah Buckler #VOH

Here's to all the Certified Wrapping Paper Gremlins!

I dunno, "den of iniquity" sounds kinda cozy and warm. The sort of place you'd want to be invited to, right? If they really want to turn people off of iniquity, they should say something like, "the flourescently lit principal's office of iniquity."

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Merry Christmas! Who survived the List this year? #Christmas #Krampus

Merry Christmas 😊

The original Mavis Beacon was, curiously, also a very good typing tutor.

aaaaanyway good night

Even after The Hum went silent, pylons held magic for me. I'd look up and see angels in their angles, feel the echo of the electric ley as a tattoo on my psychic skin. Marching under those transmission tower temples had transformed all of us. – Signal-catcher Rose, ex-Pylon Person

Goodnight from St. Hedwig’s Polish church, where Father Backzkiewicz is repairing his Gwiazdor disguise before heading out on a round of gift-giving and fear-induction. Goodnight from Mike Hargate, back from doing business across the Bone Border. Goodnight from Hookland.

The Morning Monty takes a closer look.

Timeline cleanse (because, holy hell, there is some dark shit getting posted from the Epstein files and I know it’s bad when even I feel scarred after reading it) Kittens! #CatSky