I washed. Mom dried.

I am only a monster that is trying. Native Yooper. Born in the 50s, MN transplant since 1980. And b is for Bob.

[crisalide-imperfetta]

…🖤

[the-final-sentence]

He's going to open the door.

Ruta Sepetys, from I Must Betray You

[henk-heijmans]

Boy with wheel, Palermo, Sicilië, 1971 - by Henri Cartier-Bresson (1908 – 2004), French

[julesofnature]

let my gardens speak for me when i am gone let them speak in colored whispers of all the beauty i have seen. and felt. and lived let them speak of how much death had to find me; how many hard seasons it took to make me a living, breathing thing let them speak of my seasons of growth and abundance, but let them also tell of my seasons of loss and decay let the soft, wet earth be a reminder of hardness that didn’t win of sadness that didn’t calcify. of surrender that triumphed over resistance and let the glorious, fragrant blooms speak of my life and its greatest lesson: that the beauty we make never dies come sit by my garden

by Emory Hall

[infinitelyhisgirl]

∞

[bcourchaine]

Life skill.

[honeywine0]

[infinitelyhisgirl]

His muse ~

∞

[bcourchaine]

Indeed.

[humble-suggestion]

[skylark-234]

"People with depth are often lonely, because shallow connections no longer satisfy them."

-Arthur Schopenhauer

[whisperingthroughthelight]

[infinitelyhisgirl]

∞

[bcourchaine]

Carpenter's hands.

[infinitelyhisgirl]

∞

[bcourchaine]

She is.

[henk-heijmans]

Levitation, 2026 - by Yulia Boldinova, Russian

[infinitelyhisgirl]

∞

[bcourchaine]

Mine.

[infinitelyhisgirl]

∞

[bcourchaine]

Truth.

[sinbad2021]

[the-final-sentence]

“And then would move on like birds migrating, moving from one nest of happiness to another, nudged by the wind, the sun and the moon, and the mystery of life itself.”

— V.C. Andrews, from The Little Psychic

[julesofnature]

monarch laying egg....zoom in to see the egg

"We need acts of restoration, not only for polluted waters and degraded lands, but also for our relationship to the world. We need to restore honor to the way we live, so that when we walk through the world we don’t have to avert our eyes with shame, so that we can hold our heads up high and receive the respectful acknowledgment of the rest of the earth’s beings.” ~Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass