𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞

the brink of my existence's essentially a comedy (@watfordcherryscones on ig)

[watfordcherrysconies]

i made a uquiz!!! "what are you to your friends"

i'd appreciate if you took it :)) <3

[trash000]

[softwaring]

by starparkdesigns

[seabeck]

Mossy cathedral

[plantsinposts]

-Western redcedar (Thuja plicata)

Douglas fir (Pseudosuga menziesii)

-Sword fern (Polystichum munitum)

[sweetd3lights]

[sproutinglupine]

The Unicorn's Garden, my cross stitch take on the medieval tapestry "The Unicorn Rests in a Garden"

The Unicorn's Garden Cross Stitch Pattern | Sprouting Lupine Shop

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Esther Sarto

[pikopuri]

[archiveofaffinities]

Haus-Rucker-Co., Piece of Nature, 1977

[flowerytale]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to C. H. Clark (May 1, 1883)

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver “Why I Wake Early.” Why I Wake Early

[happyheidi]

half asleep, half dreaming.

by louis jean françois lagrenée and paul oxborough.

[speciesofleastconcern]

[apoemaday]

Worm Moon

by Mary Oliver

I. In March the earth remembers its own name. Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking. The rivers begin to sing. In the sky the winter stars are sliding away; new stars appear as, later, small blades of grain will shine in the dark fields. And the name of every place is joyful. II. The season of curiosity is everlasting and the hour for adventure never ends, but tonight even the men who walked upon the moon are lying content by open windows where the winds are sweeping over the fields, over water, over the naked earth, into villages, and lonely country houses, and the vast cities III. because it is spring; because once more the moon and the earth are eloping - a love match that will bring forth fantastic children who will learn to stand, walk, and finally run    over the surface of earth; who will believe, for years, that everything is possible. IV. Born of clay, how shall a man be holy; born of water, how shall a man visit the stars; born of the seasons, how shall a man live forever? V. Soon the child of the red-spotted newt, the eft, will enter his life from the tiny egg. On his delicate legs he will run through the valleys of moss down to the leaf mold by the streams, where lately white snow lay upon the earth like a deep and lustrous blanket of moon-fire, VI. and probably everything is possible.

[perhendinancer]

Poppies taking over a field in Poland - June 2013 by Kacper Kowalski, Panos Pictures

[gxsia-deactivated20250413]

this is where we fell in love

[wnwnmemo]