When Ken Morrish picked this apple off a tree in his garden, he thought a prankster had painted half of it red.
But after inspecting it closely he realised that the remarkable split colours on the fruit were a natural phenomenon. And the bizarre apple turned Mr Morrish into something of a celebrity in his village with scores of neighbours queuing up to take a photograph of it.
Experts say that the odds of finding an apple with such a perfect line between the green and the red are more than 1million to one. [source]
My Biology major boyfriend got a scholarship for excellence in Botany as well as a scholarship for excellence in Biology and Zoology
I asked him if this his possible and all he said was “I don’t know, plants are fucking weird”
This is call a Chimeral apple, produced by a mutation in the L-I or L-II of a layered growing point. The color is only in the skin and the stem, not in the endosperm.
My favorite picture and moment from our weekend trip to Hood River Ore. Life is great. Go explore !
This photo is so uplifting.
I feel as if I don’t eve belong to where I should belong. This leads me to believe if that I only belong in the wild alone.
Outbound for a journey around the US backpacking/ hitch hiking and camping the whole 3 years. If you know of a cool place one one that means a lot to you reblog with state, town, and a picture if you’ve got it.
Join me for a drink or for an adventure when i come into town.
so josh hutcherson went to a kentucky basketball game yeah
and the crowd blOODY MOCKINGJAY-SALUTED HIM
If this is photoshopped I will be really sad.
love my state love this boy
Definitely not fake, I was there. And touched him when he came into the UK student sections.
When I think of those moments of pure the weightlessness from society upon me. How I view life on earth. Set upon me, through the warmth from her chest on my side. How familiar the warm from her rolled up against my side. Her head laid upon my chest, changes how I view life on earth. To wake up to it, cuddle up before a nap, and just before its dusk. The fireflies and stars comin out, those are the moments I’m at rest.
When I think of those moments of pure weightlessness of society upon me. How I view life on earth. Set upon me, through the warmth from chest on my sinde
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