Been feeling very up in the feedback loops recently.
(Matt’s Creek fire, 6k acres, in Appalachian forests currently experiencing severe drought).

A south facing lap is an ideal microclimate for felines.

Some people think paved roads are of course the best, and others think of course they’re not. The answer of course is that there is no of course, but goddamn do I love me some dirt.

Lots feels heavy these days, so dropping some hairy poop mold (Phycomyces blakesleyanus) into the [mycorrhizal] net, a saprophyte who literally specializes in transforming bad shit. Always be expanding one’s hero archetypes, right? #fungifriends

Here for the rot and renewal. Not sure about socials, but searching for stories of blue skies.