#Little Garden Comics

[enii]

🐻🌼🌻🦋💕

[kangaruthi]

harrowhark height reveal

[hasello]

TW: little injuries

first/previous/next

I don’t even have an excuse why this took so long, I had 3 pages of it ready since I posted the other ones 💀 my motivation just flew out of the window at some point, sorry

[toiletpudding]

Done 👌😌

[weaponizedmoth]

Hi, if the requests are still open how about brock sampson trying to trim audrey 2?(since it's implied he does most of the gardening at the venture compound)

...I got carried away.

[tomicscomics]

10/27/2023

Another quote from "Story of a Soul"!

And so ends our little October of the Little Flower... but St. Thérèse will return!

JOKE-OGRAPHY: This cartoon is based, one more time, on a passage from "Story of a Soul", St. Thérèse's autobiography.  In the book, Thérèse responds to her father by saying that, if he entered politics, he'd be made king, but be miserable, so she's glad he doesn't.  In the cartoon, I've used those same lines but made it seem like she's debating with herself.  Holding one opinion very strongly, then talking yourself into the opposite opinion, is larious of the absolute HIGHEST order.  HIGH-larious.

[egginfroggin]

Wirt is far too tired for this

Saw the quote and immediately thought of them

Transcription:

top left - Greg: "Oh, just so you know, Wirt, it's very muggy outside

top right - Wirt: "..."

bottom left - Wirt: "Greg, I swear, if I step outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn..."

bottom right - Greg: "*sipping from a bowl*" (arrow, pointing to bowl: "hot chocolate")

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

I had a dream where everyone's nails began mysteriously disappearing, and Ghost was especially upset about this and enlisted Hornet and Quirrel and Hollow to help search for everyone's missing weapons and eventually Hollow was the only one who's nail wasn't taken (because of Hollow's extreme paranoia about losing it and never letting it go.)

They ended up finding out what happened because a strange little bug attempted and failed to steal Hollow's nail and they forced him to explain and he takes them to this secret place where a giant bug, like an actual giant (like the temple sized bug) lives and is building a home for itself and it's little friend has been bringing it nails that it's been using to build it's home. You know like actual nails, with a hammer.

I woke up before they confronted the giant unfortunately

But it was funny.

[solstrix]

Garden Reflections

[tumorhead]

me today when I found a monarch cat on my common milkweed patch after not having seen any in my yard for FOUR YEARS!!!!!! thats the pic i took of it too thats the specific baby

[artharakka]

On aivan kuin vihreää näkyisi enemmän kuin eilen. Sen täytyy olla omaa mielikuvitustani. On vielä liian varhaista. Vaitonaisena Maa kiipeää korkeammalle, virheetön, pyöreä vesipisara, jossa on kaikki: jokainen mennyt päivä ja tuleva. Tältä etäisyydeltä siinä ei näy ainuttakaan arpea. Minusta näyttää, että jos ojentaisin käteni, voisin silittää sen pintaa, silittää sen uudelleen uneen. Sormiini jäisi veden ja maan himmeä hohde, joka viipyisi, kun myöhemmin nukahtaisin huoneessani käsi posken alla. Kenties herättyäni löytäisin häiveen siitä kasvoiltani, kuin muiston, tai kuivuneen kyyneleen. — Emmi Itäranta. Kuunpäivän kirjeet

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It is almost like there is more green today than there was yesterday. It must be my own imagination. It is still too early. Silently, Earth is rising higher, a flawless, round drop of water that holds everything within: each day past and future. From this distance, there isn’t a single scar visible. To me it seems that if I reached out my hand, I could stroke its surface, caress it back to sleep. The faint glow of water and earth would remain on my fingertips, and it would linger there, when I would later fall asleep in my room my hand under my cheek. Perhaps, when I would wake up, I would find a trace of it on my face, like a memory, or a dried tear. — Emmi Itäranta. The Moonday Letters. Quote tranlated by me (unofficial)

[willosword]

i think mark was born to be a househusband forced to be a superhero tbh 😔

[happyk44]

Thinking about Carter trying to help Percy go out and do things again as he slowly gets better so he tries to figure out stuff that Percy likes that's not just swimming. And Percy says he likes skateboarding so Carter get himself a skateboard and protective gear and gets ready to make an idiot of himself at a nearby skatepark and Percy's decent but he's so. Unengaged with it. They go out once and then never again. But when pressed Percy insists he does like skateboarding.

So Carter tries again. What else. What things did he do as a kid? What did he do when he had free time? What made him happy? And of course there's swimming but even with a pool right across from him, Percy doesn't really use it. At some point he admits he didn't swim as much as people might expect as a kid. For a long time, he needed an adult with him to have access to the public pools and his mom was busy and Gabe wasn't going to go with him. But he likes swimming. He does!

Contrary to popular belief, he was quiet kid. A homebody. He didn't have friends. He didn't have money. He didn't go out. He didn't do things. He had two video games for a GameCube console that he never got to use because Gabe hogged the TV. He had a box of cheap PC games no one ever heard of that were kinda fun but the computer took ten years to load and when Gabe came around, he hogged that too.

Outside the house, he sorted through trash for recycling to donate for coins. Hung out at the candy shop with his mom when he could. Bought a macrame set and made ornaments to sell to neighbors for the holidays. Picked up skateboarding because it looked cool, it was free, the board was cheap, and he needed a reason to not go home because Gabe was there.

He never really considered the question before. Maybe because, like now, he knew deep down asking himself "what do I like" would open up a can of worms he didn't want to sort through. He didn't need to know. He knew the reality. There was nothing good in that can. Just worms all the way down.

"Annabeth and I would go to museums," he says, flicking a piece of lint on the carpet.

Carter doesn't even look up from his computer. "Do you like going to museums?"

"Annabeth likes it," Percy says.

"But do you like it?"

Percy pauses. Then, "The tours are okay."

"So no." Carter clicks his tongue. His brows furrow. Percy wants to smooth it out. Make it go away. How can he make it go away? He put it there, he needs to make it go away.

He flicks the lint again. It tumbles once. "Sorry."

Carter's gaze flickers. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I don't know." Because I'm stupid and empty and a burden, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Without looking away from his laptop, Carter reaches out and pinches Percy's cheek. "You said you sold macrame a couple times. What about that? What if you picked it up again?"

Percy rolls his finger over the lint. It balls up. Fuzzy. Gray. Small. Flattens smooth and thin as he presses down. "Sure." Maybe he could make a tiny cactus for Grover. He moves his hand but the lint stays flat. Thin. Unable, unwilling to separate from the curls of the carpet. Pathetic. "Let's try it."

[lots-o-doodles]

✨ Adventures in Gardening Summer 2024 ✨

Sago-san in his sprouting

My morning glories are so bright and colorful they bring me a lot of joy

[toiletpudding]

Teeny tiny dead animal warning ahead:

Pt. 2 Pt. 4

Still not home.

[alexplantewpg]

she gets SO proud of herself for pulling up the entire root. 🥹🌱

(i have more little comics on my website and my patreon FYI just mentioning it for no reason at all)