Help Nesting Bees By Learning to Love Dead Plants and Bare Soil
We don't see many bees during the winter months, but this is when we can help them by making sure our yards provide nesting habitat.
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We don't see many bees during the winter months, but this is when we can help them by making sure our yards provide nesting habitat.
Kristen Arnettâs Latest Subjects Are the Lesbian Parents of an Autistic-Coded Son Credit...Kimberly Elliott By Naoise Dolan WITH TEETH By Kristen Arnett Heâs only a kid, but Samson is already burdened with a troublesome family member: His mother, Sammie, suffers from being on the non-autistic spectrum. He cannot meet her support needs for platitudes and eye contact, and so he is challenged by her difficult behavior. Samsonâs own neurotype is unnamed but heavily autistic-coded: He has sensory issues with food, textures, touch; he doesnât easily intuit neurotypical social no...
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LLCC juried exhibit recognizes student artists Angela Bauer FacebookTwitterEmail 1of11 “Terra,” a wood-and-stone art piece by Maggie Miller of Jacksonville, won the Fine Art award for pieces submitted to the Lincoln Land Review as part of Lincoln Land Community College’s 2021 LLCC Juried Student Art Show.ProvidedShow MoreShow Less 2of11 3of11 5of11 6of11 8of11 9of11 10of11 “Take Me to the Water,” by Wilma Wofford of Springfield. The oil painting won Best in Show in Lincoln Land Community College’s 2021 LLCC Juried Student Art Show.ProvidedShow MoreShow Less 11of11 Lincoln Land Com...
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