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vegplotter.bsky.social
Protect your brassicas from Root Fly! 🪰🐛
* Use physical barriers: 30cm 'fly mats' or collars block flies from laying eggs at the stem base.
* Encourage natural predators (birds, beetles, centipedes) 🐦🐞.
* Earth up plants for new root growth.
* Dig soil to expose pupae to frost/birds.
Brussels sprout seedlings with root fly barrier around stem above the soil.
November 13, 2025 at 5:24 AM
jbobyak1.bsky.social
The "radicle" is the first root to emerge from a germinating acorn. It penetrates the soil, pulls in nutrients and anchors the seedling. #oaks #trees
November 13, 2025 at 7:25 PM
heskynn.bsky.social
Bought an anthurium on 'help me' sale. Root rot. Got it out of its pot and tidied up the roots but left my peroxide at my place, so ill treat it on sunday night before repotting it properly. Might even keep it in water for a while.
Photo of a sad looking plant in inappropriate potting soil on a kitchen counter.
November 15, 2025 at 4:26 PM
headbaby.com
The rocks were grumpy, old, and gray,
They hadn’t moved since yesterday.
The trail said, “Fine, I’ll curve around,”
And left them rooted in the ground.

A root-laced forest trail winds through mossy woods, inviting a quiet hike through textured terrain and filtered light.

#photography
A winding forest trail cuts through a dense woodland, its surface uneven and textured with exposed tree roots and scattered rocks. The path appears well-trodden but rugged, suggesting a challenging hike that demands careful footing. Tall, slender trees rise on either side, their trunks gray and weathered, reaching upward into a canopy that filters soft, ambient light. The forest floor is rich with earthy tones—deep brown soil, patches of vibrant green moss, and fallen leaves in muted shades of ochre and rust. Moss clings to rocks and tree bases, adding a sense of age and quiet persistence to the scene. The trail curves gently into the distance, partially obscured by the natural clutter of the terrain, inviting the viewer to imagine what lies beyond. The atmosphere feels serene yet wild, evoking a sense of immersion in nature’s raw beauty and the quiet solitude of woodland exploration.
November 13, 2025 at 11:46 AM
jxbotany.bsky.social
🤖 SPECIAL ISSUE RESEARCH 🤖

Integrating drone-based phenotyping & machine learning enables non-destructive prediction of root system traits, offering a novel approach to support root research & improve crop resilience under climate change- Alahmad et al.
🔗 doi.org/10.1093/jxb/...
#PlantScience 🧪
Fig. 1.Overview of the ground-based measurements for above-ground dry biomass and below-ground root count in the coring trial. (A) Biomass sampling time points at the three key growth stages: tillering, stem elongation, and flowering time. Additional sampling time points at grain fill and maturity were collected in 2024. (B) Mulched plots at flowering time in preparation for soil coring using a rig mounted at the back of a trailer. (C) Breaking of soil cores into 10 cm intervals. (D) Visual counting of roots on each surface of the break. (E) Illustration of the position of the four cores sampled within each plot showing the inter- and intra-row sampling of the core break method as described by Wasson et al. (2014). BioRender.com was used to create Figure 1A.
November 11, 2025 at 10:12 AM
jimferguson.bsky.social
This massive black oak is one of the few giants that have survived in the nearby woods. #photography #ThickTrunkThursday #oak #nature
The base of this tree is about 7± feet (2± m) across, and its diameter at breast height is at least 4 feet (1.2 m). I don't have an estimate of its height. Trees of this size and age are uncommon in Brown County, Indiana for 2 reasons. Logging is an obvious one. In the late 19th and early 20 century our county was virtually clear cut to make the land tillable. That was a mistake because the steep hillsides are unsuitable for farming. Few trees as old as this one escaped that. Later logging has been done to harvest valuable timber. The second reason is Brown County's soil. At the surface the heavy clay soil is not the best for any plant. A few fee below that is a densely packed clay layer, and under that is sandstone. All this means that the trees have shallow root systems. In a storm the trees are often uprooted and topple. I mentioned a few days ago a storm we had in March of this year and the damage it did to our woods. So when I see a tree like this around here, I am looking at a lottery winner.
November 13, 2025 at 11:38 AM
alabamaed1.bsky.social
NEMATODE MONDAY: A field of Sunn hemp in bloom is a beautiful site. It offers many benefits as a cover crop if worked into a crop rotation system. Sunn hemp suppresses weeds, slows soil erosion and reduces root-knot nematode populations 🧪 🌱
A field of sunn Hemp
November 10, 2025 at 3:25 PM
morerealisticgoals.bsky.social
That was Soil Leaf Root by Masimba Hwati & Paul Nataraj, and now this on right now is What You Turning Too by @thetrifler.bsky.social

#MOREREALISTICGOALS with me and @spennyt.bsky.social - back on the radio, still talking complete nonsense (sorry).
November 9, 2025 at 6:27 PM
pantsawe.borasky.social
Good news: Jane is looking much perkier after her more thorough watering and Lorraine was being a limp sad bitch after her repot (getting the bad soil out of her root ball was Difficult for us both) but she's recovering!
pantsawe.borasky.social Pantsly @pantsawe.borasky.social · 6d
Got my plant chores done and enjoying my Sunday home alone. Catching up on some music show performances+album listening today:

Yeonjun - No Labels: Part 01

XLOV- UXLXVE

Jihyo - Zone (not new but I just watched a good video about it last night so I want to listen)

Any other suggestions?
November 9, 2025 at 6:00 PM
danaenight.bsky.social
He was a chimera of my true self, things forced upon me, and lies told to merely survive.

He's been shattered with all that was false turned into soil and fertilizer to allow the truths to take root, grow, bloom, flourish.

I lay claim to his entirety.
transgenderhistory.bsky.social We Have Always Existed: Transgender History @transgenderhistory.bsky.social · 9d
How do you explain what happened to your past self once you transitioned?

Are they dead? Alive within you? Never alive in the first place? Or something else entirely?
November 7, 2025 at 11:14 AM
vegplotter.bsky.social
🌱 Bare Root Fruit Tree Planting in November! 🌳
It's the perfect time! The soil is workable but the tree is dormant.
To Do:
1. Dig a wide, shallow hole.
2. Spread roots out.
3. Plant so the graft union is above soil level.
4. Water well & mulch.
Enjoy spring blooms! #FruitTrees #DormantPlanting
Man planting bare root tree in hole
November 5, 2025 at 11:49 PM
lavendre.bsky.social
Grew sunchokes (or jerusalem artichokes) for the first time this year and collected nearly three gallons worth! Finally dug them up yesterday. I usually struggle with root vegetables but this plant was prolific lol. 🌻
A bunch of sunchokes lay in loose soil, some are loose and the rest are still attached to the main plant. A hand holds a dirt covered sunchoke.
November 7, 2025 at 10:12 PM
robertinthewires.bsky.social
NEW BOOK JUST DROPPED

Want a space opera novelette about life after an interstellar rebellion, written by me and with seven stellar comic pages by @ryanhowe.bsky.social?

Go read THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF GYRO BRONSON!
robertislostinthewires.itch.io/the-last-wil...
ko-fi.com/s/244938e18a
A shot of a planet with two moons and a sun orbiting it. The text around it reads "THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF GYRO BRONSON. ROBERT IVENIUK. ILLUSTRATED BY RYAN HOWE." Black and white text. Reads: The mountains would be migrating soon. It was clear by the way the snow and boulders rolled off their peaks and the birds flew from their stony backs. If Talisa squinted, she could see them shift in place, teetering as though they were about to topple over. In truth, their countless root-like legs were wrestling themselves from the soft soil. Before long, they would begin their long march to find new stretches of earth to plant themselves. Talisa wished she could have stayed to watch them leave. Mountains only migrated once every hundred or so years. The last time she saw one move, she was a child, and too young to appreciate their majesty. Not that her parents let her get close enough to do so. From the safety of their colony, they watched the mountain by their colony shuffle mindlessly eastward, knocking over trees and ambling through Liberation Lake, while Talisa and her parents were safe behind blast-proof windows at least ten feet thick. Other moments from that day did not come to her as clearly. Her father insisted she cried and waved goodbye to the giant living rock. Why she didn’t remember that, who could say? She rested by her speeder as its hydrobattery finished charging in the river. The trees swayed in a calm breeze. Puffy seeds rode by on a gust of air, rooting themselves on a mossy outcrop in the distance. A mothbat settled on the long stem of a flower with prismatic petals, colours shifting as the light danced along its sharpened petals. Birdsongs and the babbling of the creek behind her tickled her ears. It was soon interrupted by the chime of her battery, and an electronic voice calling out “Fully Charged.” Kicking herself off the speeder, she trudged over. The top half of the battery, a brass ring angled upward for her to grasp, breached the surface of the water. From beneath the stream came a radiant cyan light, and a low hum. [editor's note: the rest of the description will continue on Page 3!] [editor's note: due to character limits, I moved some of the alt text from Page 2 to Page 3.] Without hesitating, she stepped one foot into the waters and reached over to collect the bulky, lantern-shaped fuel cell. After a thorough towelling to ensure it didn’t short out the vehicle’s insides, she loaded it in. Please, not like last time, she said to herself. Internal processors revved up and her ride was alive again. The speeder evoked the image of a wingless, legless bird, and when its headlamps and side-lights flashed on, the steel body appeared as though it was decorated with feathers. Fishing her gloves from her pockets and the flight jacket off of the duskox-leather seat, Officer Cadet Talisa Severn put herself behind the handlebars and switched the machine on. Her speeder huffed and lifted itself off the ground. As she slid goggles over her head, in the corner of her eye, she noticed the smallest mountain in the range was moving forward. Eight-panel comic page. PANEL 01 WIDE PANEL showing a buff man, GYRO BRONSON, standing between a young woman, HELENA HATHAWAY, and a BEAST rising out of the ocean, something halfway between a Komodo Dragon and a coral reef. The two humans are standing at a beach at sunset. NARRATIVE BOX: THE PLANET VADRIA, AT DUSK! NARRATIVE BOX: OUR HERO, GYRO BRONSON, HAVING ESCAPED THE UNDERSEA KINGDOM WITH HIS LADY LOVE, HELENA HATHAWAY, FINDS HIMSELF FACE-TO-FACE WITH A TERRIBLE FOE! PANEL 02 Small panel of GYRO with HELENA looking terrified. HELENA: OH, GYRO! DO SOMETHING! GYRO: DON’T WORRY! WE’VE BEEN ON LAND LONG ENOUGH THAT THE SOLAR BATTERIES ON MY PLASMA PISTOL SHOULD BE CHARGED! PANEL 03 Small shot of GYRO taking a BLASTER off his hip. It shimmers as he readies it. GYRO: HALF-POWER?! THIS BETTER WORK! PANEL 04 Show GYRO blasting the BEAST and sending it reeling into the sea behind it. GYRO: TAKE THAT, MONSTER! SFX: BZAP! PANEL 05 Shot of the BEAST taking the brunt of the blast and reeling back into the sea behind it. SFX: BATCHOW! BEAST: SKEEEEEEE PANEL 06 Show HELENA and GYRO embracing as GYRO looks on at the smouldering beast’s body in the foreground. He looks firm, but also remorseful. HELENA: OH, GYRO, YOU DID IT! GYRO: ALL IN A DAY’S WORK. PANEL 07 Panel showing a retrofuturist SHUTTLE flying close to the ground, nearing a hillside. HELENA [from off]: GYRO, LOOK! IT’S THE GALAHAD! THE OTHERS FOUND US! GYRO [from off]: WE BETTER GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE TROUBLE SHOWS UP! PANEL 08 Long panel of GYRO and HELENA running to the ship as a pair of lobster-humanoids crawl out of the rocks. GYRO: UH-OH! CRAYMEN! HELENA: OH, WHY’D YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT, GYRO! NARRATIVE BOX: NEXT WEEK: THE CLAWS OF CARNAGE!
November 13, 2025 at 4:13 AM
canna-biskate.bsky.social
I use a tote to store mixed soil, a tote for a giant bag of perlite, and a 3rd tote that holds my seedling starter soil and root riot cubes. I’ve never noticed a plastic smell, only fresh soil but trust I’m gonna go sniff the totes a little later today…
November 5, 2025 at 12:20 PM
petramichaela.bsky.social
Nature shows us that patience is a powerful force that enables growth and change. Every lesson in life is a seed that takes root in the soil of our experiences. With patience and perseverance, it grows into a tree of wisdom, whose leaves tell the stories of our greatest learning moments.
November 5, 2025 at 6:09 PM
evolvedbiofilm.bsky.social
@arianna-kr8.bsky.social on Plant genetic and root-associated microbial diversity modulate Lactuca sativa responsiveness to a soil inoculum under phosphate deficiency
#PMS2025
November 4, 2025 at 3:29 PM
alabamaed1.bsky.social
NEMATODE MONDAY Root-knot nematode (RKN) galls on tomato. Infected plants should be removed & destroyed after harvest. Roots left in soil can act as a shelter for RKN until the next season. Work soil to bring roots to surface so drying action of wind/sun can destroy the pathogen science 🧪 🌱
Root-knot nematode galls on tomato
November 4, 2025 at 5:12 AM
esepajaronegro.bsky.social
In 1992-93, I was a US Marine deployed to Somalia to stop a famine. Part of our routines were to provide security details. Sometimes for Doctors Without Borders, sometimes for Brown & Root engineers contracted by the State Dept, taking soil samples looking for oil.
🙏🏼forever in flames🙏🏼
🔥Dick Cheney🔥
November 4, 2025 at 2:33 PM
petramichaela.bsky.social
Forests are living guardians of our water. Every tree root, leaf, and patch of soil works together to purify what we drink and sustain all life. 🌳🌎Protecting the forest means protecting our future. When we care for the land, it gives back more than we can ever imagine.
November 3, 2025 at 1:33 PM
hopebuilding.bsky.social
A quiet rebellion is taking root in rural South Africa. Led by women armed not with tractors or chemicals, but with seeds, soil, and agroecological knowledge, this movement rejects the export-led farming model that has long dictated what they grow and how they live.
Planting Seeds of Quiet Agroecological Resistance in South Africa’s Fields
The food garden revolution that is stirring in South Africa is quiet, but it is rooted in dignity, agency, and transformation. In their gardens, these women are sowing more than seeds; they are sowing...
www.resilience.org
November 4, 2025 at 4:20 PM
cherylrofer.bsky.social
This needs to be shared more widely. It's on Facebook, which AFAIK doesn't allow direct links to its posts. Terry clearly wants it to be shared, so I don't feel bad about posting it in multiple screenshots.

Terry Wallace was the director of the Los Alamos National Laboratory.
A brown cloud arising from an underground nuclear test in Nevada. Dry Nevadan hills are in the background. The scientific encampment to control the test and take data is in the lower right. This is the Baneberry nuclear test, and it is not how underground nuclear tests should look. Screenshot of a Facebook post: Terry Wallace On December 18, 1970, a nuclear weapons test was conducted in an underground shaft at the Nevada Test Site. The test, code-named Baneberry, was detonated at a depth of about 900 feet. Baneberry was a relatively small weapons test and was conducted at Yucca Flats (a large playa) in alluvial soil derived from surrounding deposits of volcanic tuff. Within the alluvium, there were intermittent seams of montmorillonite clay that were saturated with water. The drill hole was filled with a concrete plug and sorted materials; the procedure for plugging the hole was consistent with previous tests at Yucca Flats, which aimed to fully contain the radioactive products within a cavity produced by the nuclear explosion. In the case of Baneberry, the detonation seemed normal until about 3 ½ minutes after the “boom,” when a large fissure opened up a few hundred feet from the test shaft, and a boiling cloud of radioactive debris rose above the Nevada desert (Figure 1 is an image of the Baneberry release). The cloud rose about 10,000 feet above the test and was visible in Las Vegas, 100 miles away. The cloud spread radioactive dust across a broad area, contaminating 86 workers at the test site. The total radioactive release was 6.7 megacuries (for comparison, Chernobyl released 200 megacuries), including 80,000 curies of iodine-131. Two of the workers who were contaminated died in 1974 from myeloid leukemia. The accident resulted in a six-month suspension of nuclear weapons testing, and a root cause analysis revealed three geological issues that combined to create the release: an unrecognized fault in the alluvium, a buried escarpment between the alluvium and limestone, and the structural weakness of the water-saturated clay. Post continues (2) the structural weakness of the water-saturated clay. The summary conclusion of the root cause analysis indicated that a thorough geological analysis was needed for all future nuclear tests, and it recommended the establishment of a containment evaluation panel (CEP) for the approval of any tests. This panel required that “successful containment means no radioactivity detectable offsite, and no unanticipated release of activity onsite.” Of the 200+ tests that occurred after the creation of the CEP, only four tests had releases—the worst of which was a test called Diagonal Line, detonated about a year after Baneberry, and resulting in a release of 6,000 curies. I started my career at Los Alamos National Laboratory as an undergraduate student in 1975 employed by the J Division, which was responsible for providing the containment package for LANL nuclear tests. My first project involved modeling the small earthquakes that occurred after an explosion. Once an explosion is detonated, it creates a cavity by vaporizing and compressing the surrounding materials. This cavity is expected to collapse over the following days or weeks to create a porous chimney that traps the gases produced in the explosion. This containment strategy is unique to the geology of the Nevada Test Site and is not applicable to other testing environments, especially crystalline rock (like the North Korean Test Site). Over the three years I worked as a student at LANL, I analyzed data from more than 70 tests, which initiated my career in forensic geophysics and eventually led to my becoming the 11th Director of LANL. On September 23, 1992, the U.S. conducted its final explosive nuclear Post continues (3): On September 23, 1992, the U.S. conducted its final explosive nuclear test, code-named Divider (a LANL test). Shortly after the test, President Bush announced a test moratorium that was extended indefinitely by President Clinton. This ushered in a new era in which nuclear weapons were evaluated not through explosions but by scientific tools that verified material properties through dynamic testing and advanced computer simulations that encapsulated the complex physics of nuclear reactions and explosions along with the material properties derived from non-explosive experiments. The Directors of Los Alamos, Livermore, and Sandia are required to write an annual stockpile assessment letter that assures the nuclear stockpile's reliability; this letter is finalized after a yearlong assessment of the safety, reliability, and performance of both the nuclear and non-nuclear components of all weapon types in the U.S. arsenal. The letters are highly classified and closely held, but no letter has indicated that the U.S. needs to return to nuclear testing. This is hugely significant not only for the U.S. but also for the world—the moratorium on testing represents a small step toward a world that recognizes that nuclear weapons are not weapons of war, but rather instruments of deterrence. On October 28, President Trump announced that the U.S. would restart nuclear weapons tests: “Because of other countries’ testing programs, I
November 4, 2025 at 7:15 PM
floatalongfarm.bsky.social
Rootin tootin VT Pure 🌱 #cannabis #roots
A picture of the soil cluster (I wouldn’t call it a root ball, exactly) with some super cool looking roots that have grown along the edge of the sides and bottom. This is from my VT Pure cannabis plant when I re-potted it today into a 5 gal fabric pot. This was right after removing from cup obviously.
November 3, 2025 at 1:07 AM
floatalongfarm.bsky.social
We did it Joe 💪 #cannabis #growmies

Transferring from the solo cups was easy breezy. Transferring from the little seed tray thing is literal hell on earth I’m never doing that again 🤣

But we did it. More details in the alt if desired.
Clockwise from bottom left: first two green pots are the Lemonchello Shot autos. The first tan pot is Mac. Then Vermont Pure. And finally… Cherry Cheetah. My most prized one and the one struggling the most right now. The transfer was traumatic for all of us. Her most, of course. But after a few choice words to help motivate us through the process we did manage to land in the new pot. She totally came out of the soil. It was just one looooong root and the top that you can see. I dug a deep but skinny hole as quick as I could and held it place while I gently pushed the soil in around it to hold it in place. I did hit them all with some diluted liquid organic rooting stuff from Agway. Forget the brand. Anyway, please say a prayer for her. In the middle is all Gelato Auto, aka Gelauto. The first two are newer sprouts, and the third is older but has already started to flower as just a wee lass. So she will live out her days in that cup and I am so excited to see what she produces. The other two newer ones aren’t doing great btw. They were freebie seeds so maybe now we know why 🤣
November 2, 2025 at 10:51 PM
gwillow.me
I have potted up a 5-6 inch fragment of the Ominous Roots. Usually taking root cuttings is fun, but this is like incubating some unknown xenomorph from the Alien franchise. Don’t know what it is, but I do know it is malign and invasive
A small pot of soil sits on a windowsill against an ominously dark sky
October 31, 2025 at 4:23 PM
amongtheferns.bsky.social
I am learning that growth doesn’t always look like blooming.
Sometimes it’s decay that feeds the roots.
Sometimes it’s the quiet breaking open of a soft & gentle heart.
Of root and moonlight, I am both
the wound and the wonder,
the soil and the sky.
October 31, 2025 at 6:33 PM