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melodeelaine

Glistening-green Tanager found in Ecuador & Colombia

#not moss #not my poem

nosebleedclub

Were the early days kind?

ahdor

I used to think so

then the haze lifted,

the fog drifted,

now I see it in the full light.

the haze felt safer.

#poetry #not moss

mossgirllibrary

I just want to be like two grubs curled around each other in the softness of the dirt sleeping to the sounds of rain as it drums above our tender bodies

until we are pulled by the April sun to stretch our worm like bodies and dance the dance as old as Ginko trees

#original poem #I should start writing again #finally feeling healthy enough to pick up my plastic spade and step into that sand box

no-tag-backs

#not moss #not my poem #poetry

depsidase

ayanefujioka

woven (and combined technique) sample collection inspired by primary forest in Yakushima, Japan. All yarns except embroidery threads are hand dyed or painted.

#moss #not a poem

daily-spooky

A spotted flycatcher pair nesting in the palm of a statue photos taken by @ZSemperger

#not my poem #not moss #poetry

schadhauser

kinder than man

And God please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven. Something with tall soft grass and sweet reunion. Let the moths in porch lights go someplace with a thousand suns, that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole. May the mice in oil and glue have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies. If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.

by Althea Davis

#poem #not my poem #not moss

tumble-bug

I go on a walk-

You know, to feel good. And halfway through I realize, that, annoyingly, I do. The scientists were right or whatever.

I enjoy my shadow,

Rippling like a fish along the chain link fence.

I enjoy my dog's shape—

Her legs like tree limbs, long and loping,

happy to be on the path with me.

I enjoy the sweet rot of spring

Squelching beneath my feet:

Pine needles and moss,

Mud and slugs and dandelions,

All pushing up through rubble.

I enjoy this solitude—

Only I saw the eagle!

Only I felt the sun!

Only I held the wind on my tongue—

Well, I and the dog, who's caught more

Than just wind in that huge dumb mouth of hers.

What treasure now?

Ah—a stranger's wet, putrid glove.

She makes it evident that she does not wish to share,

Bounding away from my reaching hand,

Covering me with mud as I slip in—

What was I calling it?

Oh yes, the sweet rot of spring.

She licks the sun off my face,

And really, what can I do?

Take away her earthly gains?

I let her carry the damn glove home.

#poertry #not moss #not my poem

dyken

doodled these

words by Danusha Lameris “Feeding The Worms”

#not moss #not my poem

wild-e-eep

This is the standard UK highway sign for "this is where all the lichens are" :3

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rthwrms

Ooh your quilts are so fun I wanna try quilting but idk where to start. Any tips?

DO I HAVE TIPS ON QUILTING NO BUT I DO HAVE OPINIONS:

THINGS DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE TO LINE UP TO LOOK GOOD

CUT THOSE PIECES FREEHAND

IF ANYONE TELLS YOU TO HIDE YOUR TAILS TELL THEM WHERE THEY CAN PUT THEIRS

MANY TYPES OF QUILTS; ALL EQUALLY WARM

UPHOLSTERY FABRIC LOOKS SLAY BUT DOESN'T DRAPE THE SAME. BE AWARE OF THIS AT LEAST.

AT THE END OF THE DAY WE'RE ALL MAKING QUILTS TO LOVE THE PEOPLE WE LOVE AND WRAP THEM IN OUR LOVE AND KEEP THEM IN COMFORT

THIS SHIT WILL LAST A LONG TIME ACTUALLY. THERE'S FABRIC ON THIS PLANET THAT HAS AND WILL CONTINUE TO OUTLAST US. FILL EVERY FIBER WITH LOVE, JUST IN CASE.

HOPE THAT HELPS

#life advice to remember #listening and learning

wenbochenphoto

Mountain Helmet Orchid （Corysanthes grumula) in temperate rainforest of Dandenong Range Melbourne. This is the only helmet orchid I know which grows as a true epiphyte, it grows mainly on soft tree fern (Dicksonia antarctica).

#not a poem #not moss #well there is some moss #moss