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Ecologist, mom, wife, possessed of a greyhound, accidental gardener, puns are my jam.

Today, August 4, 2026, is the setting of Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains” about a fully automated house continuing on after the family who lived there and the world around it died in a nuclear blast.

I am slowly adding darning to my mending skills. My darns are still large and lumpy, but this was a favorite sweatshirt (had it for thirty years now!) and when the cuff started fraying I figured I had nothing to lose.

Image of the outside of a purple sweatshirt cuff, darned in a slightly lighter purple embroidery floss.Inside of purple sweatshirt cuff, darned in a slightly lighter purple embroidery floss.

This weekend's garden and orchard haul. Not all of it, either. Featured: French prune plums (most of which have been dried into plums by now), sungold and sweet hundred cherry tomatoes, Early Girl/Dirty Girl tomatoes, a few Cherokee Purple tomatoes, and a bunch of Aunt Mollie's ground cherries.

A large garden basket containing about 2 gallons of French prune plums,.ng on a beige counter. The basket is next to a blue box of tissues for scale.A counter full of garden produce. There are two eighteen-egg cartons piled high with yellow and red cherry tomatoes, about a dozen and a half small slicer tomatoes, and a green plastic punnet full of small groundcherries.

It's berry season and you have the tiniest friends. These critically endangered babies are Egyptian tortoises that hatched on July 4 and 6, 2026. Currently, our Egyptian tortoises are living behind the scenes in a warm and cozy habitat with lots of attention from their dedicated animal keepers.

Two small Egyptian tortoises are positioned on either side of a bright red raspberry on a gravel surface.A small tortoise is on a sandy surface, next to a plump blueberryAn Egyptian tortoise is close to a blueberry on a sandy surface.Two small tortoises face a large blackberry on a gravel surface.

To my dog, this morning: You moron. You numpty. You absolute dingdong. You complete mental dumpling. You have zero thoughts in your smooth golden head. [beat] Whoosa gooboyden, yesyesyes.

I always want to know about supply chains, particularly magic. (I have a story about the woman who makes magic mirrors in her workshop!) Who grinds the truth powder? Who spends FOREVER milking the unicorn? Who breeds the immediately-available flesh-eating scarabs for the live burial ritual?

Natania Barron ~ Fantasy Author@natania.bsky.social · 4w ago

You know, fantasy novels glorify the shiny jobs: the captains of the guard, the renowned blacksmiths, the solemn clergy. But what job do you think deserves its own take from the perspective of a main character?

Today was Baby Bird Leave Nest Day, apparently. Three separate instances of baby birds with wing feathers, hopping around on the ground. The last one was a baby kinglet, parent nearby, that the dipshit dog decided to grab. Hoping it's okay. I left it sheltered under a rosebush the parent was in.

Baby kinglet(?) out of the nest. Able to flutter and scoot, not sure if it can fly yet. Standing on bark mulch. A 1/4 inch irrigation drip line is about a quarter the width of its body.

in tagalog, instead of saying “whatever happens happens” we say “bahala na si batman” which loosely translates to “let batman handle it” and i think that’s beautiful