#Beautiful Day

[thelifedreaming]

[comikbook]

me now that i finally have my antipsychotics

[s-nnoh]

[marinawoznjuksworld]

[ilikeit-art]

Wishing you a wonderful day 🌷🤍

[chrissy-kaos]

Went out to this super cute little festival this town was having! It was a blast! Lots of little vendors and great food! Then we got some ice cream at this old fashion creamery! I got a chocolate/vanilla twist with rainbow sprinkles in a cone! (It’s the only ice cream I’ll eat 😅)

[juliamstarr]

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[frame-narrative]

[aesthetically-flora]

I hope something beautiful happens to you today ☕️💖

[thelifedreaming]

[adventuresofalgy]

It had been a cold and frosty night, with a clear sky illuminated by a glowing golden half moon and a liberal scattering of stars and dazzling planets, and when Algy woke up in the morning he found that everything was frozen once again.

Fluttering over to the wee pond, where only a week or so ago he had dipped his toes in the water when he had perched on the mossy stones to gaze into its depths, he found that he could now perch right in the centre, but he could no longer look below the surface as it was covered in obscuring patterns of ice.

But the air was sweet, and the sun was climbing up above the trees, so that soon the area would be flooded with the light which was beginning to make the frost sparkle at the pond's edges. It was going to be another beautiful day, and as he rested on the slippery surface, ignoring the chill in his tail feathers for a few moments, a great tit started singing its repetitive spring song in a nearby bush, and Algy suddenly rememberd a lyrical poem that he had read some time ago:

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky, While stars with their cold shine bedot her way. The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky, And far and near upon the leafless shrubs The snow dust still emits a silver light. Under the hedge, where drift banks are their screen, The titmice now pursue their downy dreams, As often in the sweltering summer nights The bee doth drop asleep in the flower cup, When evening overtakes him with his load. By the brooksides, in the still, genial night, The more adventurous wanderer may hear The crystals shoot and form, and winter slow Increase his rule by gentlest summer means.

[Algy is thinking of the poem Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong by the 19th century American writer and naturalist Henry Thoreau.]

[stewykablooey]

stewy hosseini has been confirmed bisexual for one slutty, slutty year….

[go-sbrankos]

Зграпчи го денот

[juliamstarr]

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[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

Since we had the window open and we’re birdwatching today, our human servant put some birdseed on top of the bush right outside! We have had some exciting Bluejay action this morning!!!! We are almost catching these birds!!