I’ve been growing for 15 years and have grown many purple strains, but this is the first time I see pistils this color this early in development. She’s gorgeous. (Strain: Nori Cake by Greenhouse seeds)

I've been growing for 15 years and have grown many purple strains, but this is the first time I see pistils this color this early in development. She's gorgeous. (Strain: Nori Cake by Greenhouse seeds)

So, in Malawi, there's this interesting thing that happens with Rs and Ls where they tend to get swapped. So when I was walking in the market with my dear friend Calorine, we came across this awesome chip shop.

"...And I will leave. but the birds will stay, singing, and my garden will stay, with its green tree, and its white water well...

Many afternoons the skies will be calm and blue, and the bells in the belfry will chime, like they're chiming this very afternoon.

The people who have loved me will die, and the town will burst anew every year. And in the corner of my green, flowering whitewashed garden, my spirit will wander nostalgic from tree to well.

And I will leave, and I'll be lonely, without a home, without a green tree, without a white water well, without calm and blue skies...

And the birds will stay, singing."

"Oh rascal children of Gaza,

You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window,

You who filled every morning with rush and chaos,

You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony,

Come back –

And scream as you want,

And break all the vases,

Steal all the flowers,

Come back,

Just come back…"

• Khaled Juma

"The Earth is closing on us, pushing us through the last passage, and we tear off our limbs to pass through.

The Earth is squeezing us. I wish we were its wheat so we could die and live again.

I wish the Earth was our mother so she’d be kind to us.

I wish we were pictures on the rocks for our dreams to carry as mirrors.

We saw the faces of those who will throw our children out of the window of this last space. Our star will hang up mirrors.

Where should we go after the last frontiers ?

Where should the birds fly after the last sky ?

Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air ?

We will write our names with scarlet steam. We will cut off the hand of the song, to be finished by our flesh.

We will die here, here in the last passage. Here and here our blood will plant its olive tree."

– Mahmoud Darwish

"Oh rascal children of Gaza,

You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window,

You who filled every morning with rush and chaos,

You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony,

Come back –

And scream as you want,

And break all the vases,

Steal all the flowers,

Come back,

Just come back…"

• Khaled Juma

"The Earth is closing on us, pushing us through the last passage, and we tear off our limbs to pass through.

The Earth is squeezing us. I wish we were its wheat so we could die and live again.

I wish the Earth was our mother so she’d be kind to us.

I wish we were pictures on the rocks for our dreams to carry as mirrors.

We saw the faces of those who will throw our children out of the window of this last space. Our star will hang up mirrors.

Where should we go after the last frontiers ?

Where should the birds fly after the last sky ?

Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air ?

We will write our names with scarlet steam. We will cut off the hand of the song, to be finished by our flesh.

We will die here, here in the last passage. Here and here our blood will plant its olive tree."

– Mahmoud Darwish