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brigantias-isles

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

— Pablo Neruda - 100 Love Sonnets (via pagewoman)

winternymphaea

'all in the golden afternoon' (1951)

brigantias-isles

“It was June and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”

—

Maud Hart Lovelace

(via pagewoman)

brigantias-isles

“And then, one fairy night, May became June.”

—

F. Scott Fitzgerald

(via pagewoman)

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theslowtraveler

everlinet

“the ghosts go in under the walnut trees older than anyone I remember they were standing there long before I was born and now as the daylight fills the hollow rows the old trees gather the shadow under themselves to guard all day for the dark queen”

— W.S. Merwin, from Morning Near The End Of May in “Garden Time"

expressions-of-nature

by monoloium

omenalehto

photographs by my dad: baby foxes, summer 1991

browndresswithwhitedots

PETROS KOUBLIS

faeriesandmermaids

“All her life she had believed in something more, in the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds. It was the smell of oak trees on the summer evening she fell in love, and the way the dawn threw itself across the cow pond and turned the water to light.”

— Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child (via thatkindofwoman)