I really enjoyed your poem and I loved your phrasing especially "it takes what it needs - not what it craves." It would be a wonderful world if we could emulate the Mother nature. "Weighed down with diet dread" was was a great description too. I could easily add that I'm weighed down by too much bread!

I've started using walnuts or pistachios instead of pine nuts: Making Pesto? Hold the Pine Nuts NY Times Op-Ed by Jonathan C. Slaght Oct. 19, 2015 (Excerpted) MINNEAPOLIS — AT this time of year, kitchens across North America are filled with the aroma of freshly picked basil, fistfuls of peeled garlic bulbs, hunks of Parmesan, cruets of olive oil and jars of pine nuts. It’s pesto season. Mixing these ingredients into a delicious sauce for use throughout the winter months is an end-of-summer tradition. The tiny, delectable pine nut is often viewed as essential to a classic pesto “alla Genovese,” but it is the most vexing ingredient — for the high cost of even a small packet or jar of them. They also come at another kind of price: The pine nut industry may be contributing to the crash of an ecosystem. According to the International Union for Conservation of Nature, a majority of pine nuts imported into the United States come from the Korean pine tree, a keystone species found primarily in the southern parts of the Russian far east. The temperate rain forest of this wild corner of Russia represents a mere 1 percent of the country’s territory yet contains about a quarter of its endangered vertebrate species. ....An ever-expanding road network, driven by selective logging, is exposing more and more of the region to the covetous reach of pine nut harvesters. Once collected, the cones are shucked and the nuts, still in their shells, are sold to Chinese merchants, who haul truckloads across the border to China. From there, they are shipped to overseas markets. Depending on the market price, local traders will pay about $6 for a sack of Korean pine cones, which can hold on average about 125 cones. Last year, I (the author) encountered a group of collectors in the forest that had filled 4,000 sacks — half a million cones — in just six weeks. At the peak of the harvest season, the forests are populated with thousands of collectors in hundreds of makeshift camps. The global demand is making this harvest unsustainable. The entire Korean pine ecosystem (which supports numerous species depending on the pine nuts for winter food) could collapse if it continues.

I think there is more fluctuation in humidity levels on the east coast as to where is it is more constant where aurorawa lives. I would say as long as it is over 60% you should be OK with the hoyas outside. A tray with pebbles and water should help keep the humidity at a more constant level especially in the afternoon heat.The level in my tent ranges from 70% to mid 90s.I also have a small pc fan going when the lights and heat mat are on to keep the mold away. As of now my meter reads 79% humidity, 80 degrees fahrenheit.

I always thought there's only one clown..the one that can be barely seen here(I do have a full pic somewhere but I won't post it since others' reaction differs from mine sometimes)..the rest are just girls dressed as Pierrot..:) I arrived to a conclusion folk might be my favorite too, rebecca. well one of. not that I know a lot about music genres. I'm into what they call indie folk lately-as I discovered. I always loved ballads too. Once when my best friend had her birthday party (I was 6, she was 5) I got invited of course..we had all sorts of games and competitions back then at the parties..so at some point, everyone was called to recite a poem. So I really loved "Tam Lin". And that's what I recited, with big emotion(and probably poor diction lol). The grown ups looked at me in a way that was a bit weird..)) I love this poem My3dogs..and yes, some things become, in some strange way, prediction.. (I wrote a poem once about my future house..it was a white small house..walls looked like stucco.. surrounded by a garden..one storey..very strange since I lived then in a big city so no clear idea where I got that image..well I was a teen then..and not Horace too, as you well can imagine..)) but it's strange that life took me to a small white house surrounded by a garden.. The garden has different plants since it's in a different hemisphere and all..lol. I do have some roses though. That house from the poem, it had roses. It was a bit more proud, a bit stubborn. Like a little camel. This one, a real one, is more..a different animal. It's less proud. It's more mischievous though. Then I never lived in a house I imagined many years ago. Maybe if it existed -I'd discover other things about it. I've so much to listen to yet..and to look at.