#flora*

[pagansprite]

Flora and Pomona preparing for spring! (For bff Proserpina to finally visit?)

sweet flora is impatient,

dandelions dotting half-dead lawns.

gentle pomona reminds her

of the killing frost and the harsh winds.

flora is always first, always in a rush,

fragrant flowers before ripe fruits,

but the maiden spring will soon be joining them,

and pomona coaxes a few buds out of sleepy branches.

they rush to greet her as she emerges,

buds unfurling to leaves,

flowers bursting forth to follow her,

to watch her rise like the sun

[stellarblade]

i know ive written literally dozens of posts about this but i cannot get over how fates expects you to genuinely believe corrin would abandon nohr after showing you the superhuman lengths their adoptive siblings went to to make sure they felt safe and loved all while knowing full well that this person was basically being held in political slavery and that they were putting their lives on the line to be with them

[hearthglow]

She is none of your glum, none of your high-flown ones: she wishes her rites to be open to the common herd.

Flora in Ovid’s Fasti, V. 351-352

[hearthglow]

Flora Chateau Neercanne, Maastricht, The Netherlands. By Alexander Taratynov, 2000. Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons, Otter

[hearthglow]

Perhaps you may think that I am queen only of dainty garlands, but my divinity has to do also with the tilled fields. If the crops have blossomed well, the threshing-floor will be piled high. If the vines have blossomed well, there will be wine.  If the olive-trees have blossomed well, most buxom will be the year, and the fruitage will be according to the time of blossoming.

Flora in Ovid’s Fasti, V. 261-266

[hearthglow]

I was the first to scatter new seeds among the countless peoples; till then the earth had been of but one color. I was the first to make a flower out of Therapnaean blood, and on its petals the lament remains inscribed. You, too, have a name in the kept gardens, Narcissus, though unhappy that you had no double of yourself. What need to tell of Crocus, and Attis, and the son of Cinyras, from whose wounds by my art doth beauty spring?

Flora in Ovid’s Fasti, V.221-228

[hearthglow]

Autumn Flora Copy of the Capitoline Flora in Pavlovsk Park, Russia Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons, Sanctany