The Thingness of Things

Gardener, artist, writer, walker, atheist, disciple of the Buddha, heathen at heart, vegan, gay, pacifist, realist, nature and yoga: In all I seek the middle ground.

beatusmusicus:

Jusepe (Jose) de RiberaBoy with flowerpot

beatusmusicus:

Jusepe (Jose) de Ribera
Boy with flowerpot

(Source: thisblueboy)

A taste of summer for the winter time!
I love herbs fresh out of the garden, but here, summers are short (thankfully). The best way to enjoy them is to grow lots of them, chop them up, and freeze them in ice cube trays, with olive oil. Then I remove them from the trays and store the herb cubes in bags or freezer safe containers.
Next stop, the tomatoes.
When you disappear personally, you will be left universally by brenkee.
Harry Manx & Kevin Breit - Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Harry Manx & Kevin Breit - Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

(Source: vrac-musique, via vrac-musique)

paleoillustration:

Realistic head reconstructions by Adrie and Alfons Kennis.

Love it! We could probably be friends with most of these people. In one way or another, they gave birth to Us.

(via theoriginofthespecies)

“We are constantly told to “experience life”, “live to the fullest”, “get out and see the world” but life is a purely personal experience. Who is to say that the recluse who only walked as far as his garden each day and quietly sat staring off into space lived any less a life than the man who chased after everything? Standing still, at least what you saw, you understood and appreciated fully.”

—   SouthernWolf (The Wolf Brotherhood)

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”

—   John Lubbock, The Use Of Life (via currentsinbiology)
(Talking about my posts about cucumbers and competition ;)
Thanks. I have three tattoos. You can see them here, here, and here.
These beauties are “Black Cherry” tomatoes. They are now my favorite tomatoes, ever. They taste better than candy. This year was the second time I grew them. They just made it to “Regulars”.