Under A Tree Somewhere

A wandering girl in love with the world. A writer. Christ-Follower. Artist. Photographer. Bookworm. Possibly a faerie. Welcome to my cozy world. IG@: thewanderingrosechild

[thewanderingrosechild]

Musings after “Barbie”

i hope you find joy in the little things and don’t feel silly for enjoying them.

i hope you hold on tight and run after life.

I hope you wear that outfit that makes you feel magical, and that you do and see all of the things that little you hoped for.

i hope you reserve a few moments to explore and be curious again, to play again in nature, and to discover wonders in ordinary moments.

i hope you play dress up with new styles and discover your own.

i hope you find community again, to link arms with other humans, and just be.

i hope you fall in love again with the characters, films, and stories that filled your heart with adventure and whimsy, and see their strength, wit, and passion in yourself.

i hope you see yourself in the clouds the next time you look out your window, and wonder how they might feel on your feet as you wander their towering billows.

and most of all i hope you know that you’re not alone, and that you are loved, accepted, and appreciated just as you are.

wishing you the best of days ahead,

-Heather Wildwood, @thewanderingrosechild

[annwn]

🌿 Source

[seabeck]

Lichen and moss in my nearly 30 year old plum tree

[burningirl]

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

[sovereignsolace]

Happy spring, to my northern hemisphere friends. What fascinating beasts did you see this week?

[thewanderingrosechild]

How to Make Your Home Pollinator-Friendly

Even though it’s the beginning of winter, it’s never too early to plan for a garden. If you’re just starting or you want to transition to a garden that attracts more pollinators, I’m going to be sharing a few tips that will help you attract all the bees and butterflies to your backyard. Flowers, flowers, flowers. Flowers are the key to attracting pollinators to your garden, but how many do you…

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[bourgwesioie]

It was November— the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind—songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

L.M Montgomery; Anne of Green Gables

[sunflorall]

― E.M. Forster, Howards End

[thewanderingrosechild]

of november light + honey ichor

there is a special kind of gold saved for the darker months of autumn. i think that the sun must drink it down to stave off the numbing chill until his cheeks glow, the honey dripping down his chin, soaking into the ridges of the trees before he turns back over in his bed. i wonder if he dreams of her as the shadows stretch under his windowsill, if he glimpses her crescent smile as he closes his eyes, if he feels her hand touch his brow, cool like the northern tide before the stars hurry her away

— @thewanderingrosechild

[thewanderingrosechild]

october is cinnamon embers, earl grey tea slowly steeping into swirls of amber, sunshine kissing the edges of braided clouds lined with purpled bruises, confetti leaves, crushed wild apples slipping under your boots, and an ageless giddiness that leans in deep and lingers in your hair like spidery tendrils of smoke

november is fog peeking from between groves of skeleton trees, frost nibbling your fingers, film noir and victorian novels piled on your bedside table, brewed coffee swirled with dark chocolate, heavy wool rainstorms, and burning greyscale photographs....

— @thewanderingrosechild

[kabaks]

the best thing about soup is that you make it once but you can have many many bowls

[kabaks]

the second best thing about soup is that it’s warm and when you have some you are warmed

[kabaks]

the soup lovers have found this post. welcome <3

[lavendersage]

oh to be a small mouse in a pastoral children’s novel who lives in a hollowed out tree stump and does nothing but collect dewdrops and sweep their doorstep with a feather

[othernotebooksareavailable]

and carve one strawberry into slices like it’s a ham

[lavendersage]

you get it

[olivenerdz]

To use acorn tops as bowls for the strawberry

[thewanderingrosechild]

// thoughts on a hazy evening in late august //

sometimes i get caught in the snare of the lives i haven’t lived yet,

of the person i want to be but haven’t quiet grasped onto.

it happens often when i’m driving in the cool evening

with mist hovering over the burnished fields

and the last of the sunlight leaking out of the trees

and back into the hazy moon,

when i’m content and happy behind the wheel,

drinking in the cool wind kissing my hair

and weaving it behind my back.

suddenly i am laid bare by a feeling of foggy grief

as though i’ve missed something.

as though this moment is somehow not meaningful enough,

as though i am not enough.

i often turn to acknowledge the feeling,

tasting it’s bitter flavor before it blows back out the window again,

back out into the purpling farmland and darkened trees.

i let it get caught in the chaff left by the tires and settle back into the dirt.

because i am enough,

and i’m done running from the ideas of who i should be.

i am not missing out.

i’m growing at my own pace through winters cold and summers blistering,

and blooming over and over in spite of all.

my growing season doesn’t begin and end-it renews over and over again

each time i choose to stare pain in the face

and keep burrowing my roots deep anyway.

-@thewanderingrosechild

[imjust-a-girl]

[uriahraex]

the smell of the wind, rain, and earth all at once is so overwhelmingly calm and gives me so much serotonin it’s unimaginable

[thewanderingrosechild]

𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 “𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑“. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜.

@thewanderingrosechild

[academia-cafe]

I feel like I have an old soul simply because whenever the sun betrays the sky and the moon is in my view I whisper to her, "Hello, my love," and ask her all about her day and how she managed to survive the day without seeing me as I barely survived without her presence.