🌿 Garden Update & What’s Next — A Full Transmission from Ostaladon 🌞
Good morning from Sainte-Valière,
The sun is shining, the thyme is blooming, and the bees are hosting an airborne rave — yes, the Bee Airport is at full throttle again. 🐝✈️
I tried counting them, but quickly gave up. Too much traffic. Too much buzz. Too much beauty.
Meanwhile, on Earth —
🌱 The soil is being gently prepared for new arrivals. I’ve planted red garlic, and it’s growing wonderfully — its vivid green leaves standing like little flags of quiet resistance.
Next up: new plant companions, compost layering, and a few Goss Easter Food experiments (yes, with a surprise garlic twist 😄).
🌱 Garden Quick Notes:
🧄 Red garlic: thriving & glorious
🐝 Bee Airport: maximum buzz mode
🌸 Funny thyme: still joking
🧺 Compost: slowly cooking dreams
🌼 Flower guards: in training
💧 Watering schedule: intuitive jazz
Still casually,
Rebuilding food security and kombucha culture on-chain.
No big deal…
Just saving the future one spirulina cell at a time.
(ok, I haven’t planted spirulina — yet — but we’re manifesting.)
📚 Paris Library Teaser — and the strange tale of Room 353
So…
I recently visited a truly magical public library in Paris (full report soon with 📍address, 🚇 metro access, secret corners, and whispered ghosts).
But here's a teaser:
I got locked inside Room 353.
Yes, for real. Door clicked shut. Lights flickered. No Wi-Fi.
All I had was:
- a notebook
- a fountain pen
- and a book titled “Existential Syntax in Forgotten Languages”
(it was weirdly heavy)
I started writing dramatic goodbye letters —
"To the garlic: keep growing without me."
"To the kombucha: you were always more than just a drink."
Luckily, after what felt like a haunted hour, someone opened the door…
They said, “Oh sorry, that room sometimes does that.”
What does that even mean? 😳
Anyway — stay tuned for the full story:
“Room 353: The Phantom of the Library (feat. Ostaladon and a Very Stubborn Doorknob).”
Yes, the kind of place that reminds you why we still need public spaces.
✨ What Else Is Ostaladon Doing in Paris?
🎨 Exploring creative havens
🎧 Listening deeply in silent parks
📸 Chasing shadows and reflections
🧃 Discovering underground kombucha spots
✍️ Writing in cafés that smell like revolution
Always collecting stories —
Some end up as music. Others as seeds.
🏆 THE FAMOUS DESO LEADERBOARD 🌟
(thank you for being part of the garden!)
🟣 $GlowArtAz – Thank you for your beautiful NFT gift ("Faces of AI – E07") and kind mentions. Truly honored!
🟡 @Moggel – Big gratitude for the diamonds, the warmth, and your invitation to the cartoon tag list!
🟠 @NewFutureIdeas – Deep resonance with your vision for decentralization, regenerative agriculture, and freedom. Let's build that ecorevolution.
🔵@ Silto_Nascao – Your thoughtful engagement and encouragement means a lot.
🔴 @Joel_Adcm & $NFTLegacy – Appreciate the reactions and rhythm!
🟢 $SkhiBridges – Thank you for the continuous diamonds and your magical vibes 🌿
⚪ @RobertCampbell – Always showing up with reactions and sparkle. Grateful!
🟤 $PSYCOart – Your love and reactions on multiple posts don’t go unnoticed!
🟣$ElrickErikose – Thank you for amplifying the garden spirit
✨ Everyone who took time to react, read, or simply pass by — you're part of this space.
💎 You’re not just on the leaderboard —
You’re in the soil, in the songs, and in the story.
🌍 Whether through roots or routers, we’re all growing something.
And maybe, just maybe — with thyme, garlic, and digital stardust —
we’re already tending to a future worth dreaming of.
With spring warmth and humble pixels,
Ostaladon
🪴🎶📚
