observando
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father’s name;
Piled high, packed large,—where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh (via observando)
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One artist’s amazing tree could be the answer to hunger


For most of the year, the Tree of 40 Fruits looks fairly plain and green. But in the spring, the tree blossoms into an explosion of pinks, whites, crimsons and purples. Then from July through October, it produces 40 different types of stone fruit apricots, cherries, nectarines, peaches, plums and, hopefully soon, almonds. 
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One artist’s amazing tree could be the answer to hunger

For most of the year, the Tree of 40 Fruits looks fairly plain and green. But in the spring, the tree blossoms into an explosion of pinks, whites, crimsons and purples. Then from July through October, it produces 40 different types of stone fruit apricots, cherries, nectarines, peaches, plums and, hopefully soon, almonds. 

How it could help the world | Follow micdotcom