How dare you rip out wildflowers so you can plant sod. The wild was always more beautiful than the tame.

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How dare you rip out wildflowers so you can plant sod. The wild was always more beautiful than the tame.
Although he’d much rather be inside the botanical gardens than advertising them, it was part of the job. Standing in the hot sun and handing out flyers. At least there were plenty of people to watch. Clay had always loved seeing the variety the world had to offer, especially in a place like Friday Harbour. He smiled at one of them, holding out a flyer. “Free visit to the Botanical Gardens?” he suggested. “You look like you could use a fun, relaxing afternoon enjoying nature.”
The Faerie Aesthetic
soft dresses in earthy tones, perhaps slightly worn at the edges
little scratches and cuts below your knees from thistles and brambles
hair loose and uninhibited, tousled slightly by the wind
hopping across stones over babbling brooks
running barefoot through grass and woodland
collecting wildflowers in a little straw basket
quietly humming and singing nonsensical rhymes
making daisy chains
rosy cheeks, pink lips and big eyes
flowers in hair and ribbons around wrists and ankles
laughing childishly, unprovoked and unrestrained
making small jam sandwiches cut into triangles, and eating them in picnics in the woods
dancing freely, twirling and laughing and stumbling without thought
secrets and mischief
Take me down to the bluebell forest where the grass is green and the trees are pretty 🍃
flowers will grow from your wounds. vines will tie you together. you will be whole again.
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