#Wild Flowers as They Grow

[fragrantblossoms]

Wild Flowers as They Grow

[gina025]

Through the thickest rocks, life always finds a way

[tangled-wires-and-a-dead-heart]

"we're going to die together! Isn't that a lovely treat! I wonder how long it'll take. Maybe I'll get to watch the worms lick your bones clean."

"kill me then, if you hate me so much. Just get it over with."

"that sounds...nice. I'm so tired of the bad blood between us, but it's hard to let it go. You've hurt me....and I've also hurt you."

[vickysaurus-art]

To heal the Wounded Wild, simply find a spot with good soil and a lot of sunlight to plant her. Provide her with plenty of water, love, and care, and she should make a full recovery. Though it may take a lifetime, there is no more rewarding gardening experience than the Regrown Wild.

[tomorrowsgardennc]

y'all seemed to like the design i did for the green doctor cherry tomato, and i have been working a lot lately on new designs and photographing them so i wanted to share. i don't like selling myself, but i do love feedback and critique above all so let me know what y'all think. if you want to see more of the seed package designs i have them on my website: https://tomorrowsgardennc.com/collections/seeds

i've been processing a lot of the seeds, too, and there are a few varieties i have TOO many seeds for. so many that i will never be able to sell them all. i do have my very own tumblr community for seed swapping, and i plan on posting the overstock on there once the website is up-to-date and open for seed swapping. seed buying season is around the corner, so make sure you join the community before going through all those catalogs!

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

alright flower eating enjoyers what is your favourite flower to eat out of my personal favourites

this is based off plants I personally have access to so if your fav isnt here then thats why. or because i dont like it. dont ask me where lavender is (i am very allergic)

[mollywog]

Thank you @distractionsfromthefood for the nudge to write this! Inspiration: [not all of it] and [wild onions]

On Ao3

She doesn’t bother knocking (they never do) as she lets herself into Peeta’s home. He's standing at the kitchen sink, unaware of her presence; She pauses in the entryway to admire him; The sunlight glinting off his golden waves. It’s been several months since his return. Between her hunting, his baking, and Haymitch’s eggs, they’ve all put on weight; She could even swear he’s grown a couple inches.

He looks so healthy and beautiful.

She briefly contemplates creeping up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, breathing him in; Capturing the memory of this moment when she’s happy and life feels good again: not perfect, but better than she could have imagined it would ever be.

But she doesn’t want to risk startling him; none of them do well with that. So she clears her throat, whipping her game bag from her shoulder, and plopping it on the island.

He turns towards her with a greeting and smile and she thinks in this moment, life might be better than ‘good’. Feeling suddenly bashful, she turns away, grabbing a glass, filling it with water, and arranging the collection of wildflowers she’d bought in the makeshift vase. Picking them had been a small flight of fancy; the early summer blooms were so lovely, too beautiful not to share.

Upon regaining her composure she completes her task, peering up at him, “For you.” Her smile falters at the look of intense concentration on his face.

“I gave you flowers once? Real or not real?”

She’s momentarily puzzled. There were plenty of bouquets on the victory tour, but those were given to them both, not from Peeta. She looks at the array of yellows, whites, purples, and pinks. Her heart sinking at the sight of the pink-and-white blooms. They transport her back to the train tracks after the first Games, when she’d been confronted with her feelings and he’d walked away.

Stupid. How could she be so stupid?

He’s looking at her, awaiting her answer. She swallows, “real.”

He nods as if remembering, “on the train tracks, on our way back home, after the first Games,” his eyes flit to hers. Her mouth is dry, her tongue like lead, so she gives a quick bob of her head in affirmation.

“And I realized it had all been an act for the games.”

He’s looking at the flowers again. Maybe that’s what gives her the courage to say it, “not all of it.” It’s a phrase laced with implication. He’d been too justifiably hurt the first time she’d said it; He hadn’t recognized the weight of the words, how much they’d cost her. She hopes it’s different this time.

Their eyes meet again, before he drops his gaze back down to the flowers. “Not all of it,” he repeats in a voice hardly above a whisper.

She expects questions. She had feared what he’d ask when she’d said it the first time, unsure if she could dissect her motivations at every decision during the course of the games; still disappointed that he hadn’t given her the opportunity to try.

Silence stretches. She can’t see his eyes so she watches his hands; they’re just as telling when it comes to flashbacks. His fingers twitch, but don’t clench, then they lift and she feels herself being pulled into an embrace. She relaxes. It’s not the hug she’d imagined earlier; it’s better; it’s real.

“Thank you” he says into her hair, but safe in Peeta’s arms, she feels like she should be the one thanking him.

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon forbidden west | penttoh 2/?

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little "bouquet" of random flowers I found growing wild in a yard

[batwynn]

Hey

Things are growing.

[samantabrzozowska]

„Sexy baby”

[los-plantalones]

sweetbay magnolia.

[karda]

edited the flowers in :--] what do ya think

[strawberryteabunny]

spring wildflowers: glory-of-the-snow, siberian squill, grape hyacinth

[nabaath-areng]

Photos from last year.. heaven on earth

[tomorrowsgardennc]