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"They walked along listening to the singing of the brightly colored birds and looking at the lovely flowers which now became so thick that the ground was carpeted with them. There were big yellow and white and blue and purple blossoms, besides great clusters of scarlet poppies, which were so brilliant in color they almost dazzled Dorothy's eyes." -L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

👷🏻‍♀️🌿work in progress🌸

playing with poppies

when your dreams like, start coming true before your very eyes

"One says that in spring Nature turns green: it is not quite true, for it also becomes red with pink and crimson buds. There are buds deep scarlet and rosy with cold; others are brown and sticky like resin; others are whitish like the felt on the belly of a rabbit; they are also violet, or blonde, or dark like old leather. Out of some pointed lace protrudes; others are like fingers or tongues, and others again like warts. Some swell like flesh, overgrown with down, and plump like puppies; others are laced into a tough and lean prong; others open with puffed and fragile little plumes. I tell you, buds are as strange and varied as leaves and flowers. There will be no end to your discoveries." -Karel Čapek, The Gardener's Year

“They walked together through dark woods, talking of many things. They walked a long way; spring came on more fully; the woods deepened.” John Crowley, Little, Big

Happy International Women's Day! Such love and gratitude today and always for all the women in my life and through history who live and have lived such incredible, courageous, wonderful, inspiring and beautiful stories. Especially grateful today for your resilience, courage, strength, joy, humour, creativity, badassery, defiance, and friendship❤️💐🌿✨🎆

loving this old rose catalog my sister gave me, with snappy captions such as "everyone who sees it, wants it", "perfectly elegant and elegantly perfect", and "stops every motorist past our house"

it's forsythia forcing time- always feels like the official start of my season 🌾💫⚡️✨

healthy lil baby ranunculus 🌱🌱✨

“I was walking in a wood one late spring day of skimming cloud and shower-tarnished sunshine, the sky a lucid if intermittent blue – cool, bright, tremulous weather. A coloratura blackbird perched on a bough curded with a greenish may-blossom let fall a flawed chain of audible pearl; I was alone in the spring-enchanted wood.” Angela Carter, “Reflections”

welp i guess you could say my anemones sprouted 🌱🌱✨

“It was almost spring. The floods were lessening and vanishing and there was a new light on the river and the grass. The half-cut osier-bed shone in the sun like red corn, the bark varnished with light copper. She could dimly feel the change in the life about her: the new light, the longer days, thrushes singing in the willows above the mill-water in the evenings, the sun warm on her face in the afternoons.” H. E. Bates, The Mill

“…and I came out into a kind of green place – a clean green place, all washed clean, it made me see how polluted our poor earth is – you’ve never dreamed such green –” A. S. Byatt, “The Next Room”

“All around were serene noises, scent of trees, little surprises among the vines. The whole Garden crushed by the ever faster instants of the afternoon. From where did that half-dream come that encircled her? Like a droning of bees and birds. Everything was strange, too gentle, too big.” – Clarice Lispector, “Love”

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