And she sits there, over on the bolder watching the hills roll over another. Soaking up the rays of sun. Her freckled skin was luminous and her beads on her dreads sparkled in the summer glow. All was calm and peaceful as she flicked her lighter and held it to the brim of the glass pipes bowl. She filled her lungs with the mystical substance and blew it into the breeze. All was well that day.
A very picky chinese farmer who had a bout of genius decided that pears were boring.. tasty but very boring and uninteresting. As any modern day picasso or brilliant person does he decide to go against his mother’s words and play with his food. Setting out to create a buddha pear by encasing the young pears in molds while they’re still on the tree.As they grow they have no choice but to take the shape of the spiritual figure. Buddha pears are sold in china, but the farmer plans to spread the love worldwide.
Can we talk about how much I like reading nooks/alcoves? Like, look at these. I want one so badly. So cozy and secluded and comfy. (none of these images are mine- I’ve collected them over time because of my intense love of reading nooks v__v)