The 1st time I can recall an experience of remembering the future, I was a kid in the late 70s. My mum dragged me to a lunar new year gathering of some of her colleagues. I had never met them before and knew nothing about them. I was standing in the g/f lift lobby of their building waiting for the lift and thinking this will be something I have no interest in doing. I suddenly had an image in my mind of their front door opening and seeing a bunch of adults, low seats, darkened room and lots of noise and candles. They were trendy by HK 70s standards. I don't need to tell you what I saw after we went up in the lift and went out and rang their doorbell! It was exact to even their faces.

BTW....it was a boring, uncomfortable evening of listening to adults talk kaka.

😅

#SEEDSIGNER

#RUGGEDPILL #CASE

I think I just lost over half my sats... 😔

I'm not smart enough for all this stuff. 😩

#randomthoughts

Ok, let's try this again.

Tiny House Part 2:

The Container Home

#grownostr #tinyhome #containerhome

if I told you that you could heat your home for free, what would you say?

#garden I better harvest these now!

Sorted the dry beans. They are as tasty as they are beautiful.

#gardening

#gm and happy Monday.

Using minibits and amethyst I was unable to get nwc working properly. I'll be interested to see if u can

Does amethyst have NWC?

Backsplash is in - just needs grout. Happy with how it turned out.

#gardening

time for more coffee.

Hello fellow #nostr and #permaculture fans!

has anyone had this issue? Isopods have 'ringbarked' then proceeded to kill all my seedlings. I love having the buggers in my garden, but they have become an absolute nuisance. all my seedlings are dead.

#grownostr #gardening #tsp

Good exercise. I remember my Dad and I doing this with raccoon pelts and a couple of live raccoons on a few occasions for our hounds when I was growing up. My Dad ended up paying for more than half of our first family home with the proceeds from fur sales. Raccoon pelts, and the odd fox. There was a whole room in the basement where the inside out pelts would be hanging from nails on stretch boards. And then once a year he and my Mom would go up to Hudson’s Bay to sell everything.

To this day I still attribute my comfort with being in the forest at night to the many hours I spent as a kid tromping around in the bush with my Dad following the sound of baying tracking dogs.