#and spring is for optimism

[shaggydogstail]

To celebrate surviving to the end of January, here's a bittersweet, hopeful ficlet about Crowley and Aziraphale reuniting for Imbolc/St Brigid's Day. (Tomorrow, yay! 🌸)

Spring, Next Year (G, 3K words, no warnings)

Crowley's finally ready to emerge from the cold. Being as how he's a very capable and wicked demon, he can handle a walk in the park with Aziraphale. Probably.

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

WENT INTO A STARDEW FUGUE STATE LADS ITS FOUR THIRTY AM MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS FUCKED GOOD NIGHT

[adventuresofalgy]

A thaw was setting in!

Although it remained chilly, with persistent patches of ice and frost in the shadier areas of the garden, the weather was undoubtedly changing, and much wetter and somewhat milder air was sweeping in rapidly from the great Atlantic Ocean. The climate on the west coast of the Scottish Highlands was about to return to normal: wild, wet and windy…

Algy hopped about the garden, looking for something to sing about, for in the short, dark days of mid-January, with all the festivities well past, and the longer, brighter days of spring still many weeks away, it was not always easy to find inspiration, and he knew that many of his friends felt gloomy at this point in the year.

Hoping to see signs of the first snowdrops, perhaps, Algy suddenly flopped down on the grass in astonishment, for the shoots he had spotted were not those of snowdrops, but daffodils… in mid-winter! And two or three shoots were even showing flower buds!

Even in the so-called mild climate of the wild west Highlands of Scotland, which is supposedly "warmed" by the North Atlantic Drift, this was remarkable in January. Algy rejoiced and, reflecting that out of the darkness, light will surely come, he leaned forward to whisper some words of encouragement in their fresh green ears,:

And now my spring beauties, Things of the earth, Beetles, shards and wings of moth And snail houses left From last summer's wreck, Now spring smoke Of the burned dead leaves And veils of the scent Of some secret plant, Come, my beauties, teach me, Let me have your wild surprise, Yes, and tell me on my knees Of your new life.

[Algy is whispering the poem Spring Song II by the 20th century American poet Jean Garrigue.]

[iridescentis]

i have more song related wild life mental illness to offer this evening it seems

i have less evidence for this but trust me on this one. daffodil by florence and the machine is so wl treebark and i am so Normal about it trust

it feels like ren's reaction to martyn's death and martyn as a zombie and im gonna be sick because of Them oughhhh

[justalittlesolarpunk]

I love you September I love you autumn I love you new beginnings and slow endings and the turning of the leaves and rest and death. I love you equinox I love you Samhain I love you Halloween I love you pumpkins I love you cinnamon I love you swallows as you fly away I love you mushrooms I love you apples I love you fluffy jumpers and hot chocolate I love you turning seasons I love you falling year I love you natural rhythm I love you beavers building dams I love you harvest I love you casserole I love you cycles I love you rebirth I love you damp morning rain I love you

[ratsbanes]

im tori spring like just the concept of "heres a shitty christmas/holiday/day with everyone arguing and you dont get to leave but your other family does" is literally my life

[dieversa]

“Her green mind made the world around her green.”

Wallace Stevens, De la simple existencia: Antología Poética

🌱🌿🍃

[ginpotts]

@userdramas event 15: something new new show and new gradient technique (for me) and first loves (for them)

AO HARU RIDE (2023)

[iconicosmica]

I think what separates optimism from toxic positivity is cultivation, rather than delusion.

You can recognize the bad in a situation and still harvest the good. It's necessary in order to heal. What becomes toxic is when you start projecting for the sake of righteousness, rather than allowing nature to flow.

We as beings have this opportunity to flourish, but we need to garden in order to grow.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Upper and Lower Sardine Lakes, Tahoe NF

The Sierra Buttes with a healthy amount of springtime snowpack overlooking golden reflections in Upper and Lower Sardine Lakes in Tahoe National Forest at sunset.

By Optimal Focus Photography

[tossyouforedinburgh]

what if something happens to change reality again

and they end up having been together since the beginning

and we see a whole bunch of flashbacks of them together together throughout the ages

[aformerghost]

Took a cold water plunge in a waterfall in my underwear

Saw a dragonfly hanging out on a frog

was able to get the closest I ever gotten to a baby snake

saw a hawk befriend vultures in the sky

SPRING IS HERE I am ALIVE I am so so grateful even though this world can be so so cruel

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

they call me the griever because halfway through a thing I enjoy I’m already sad that it’s closer to being over

[fibey234]

My imagination army ^_^

One friend brought me an inspirational sentence:

"There is nothing stronger than the army of imagination against reality."

I took this sentence to myself, and every time the tears wanted to burst out of me - I memorized it. And more than that, I wanted to illustrate it. Let the world know it's real! Imagination really is a very powerful army.

I drew this picture just a few days before the war started. In those days it was Sukkot, and I got sick with the corona virus.. The army of imagination helped me even then.

Since then I look at it and remember the army of my imagination. And I'm sure there are other people in the world who have such an army.

[yoga-onion]

Legends and myths about trees

Celtic beliefs in trees (12)

O for Onn (Golden Gorse) - March 21st Spring Equinox

“The Signs of Hope - March equinox of the Celtic tree calendar (Ref)”

Colour: yellow; Star: sun; Gemstone: topaz; Gender: female; Patron: Lugh (Lug), Lleu Llaw Gyffes; Symbol: hope + optimism, unity of power

Golden gorse is an evergreen shrub that takes root almost anywhere in grassy meadows in Britain and western Europe, growing in clumps, with sharp spines on its twigs and smaller spines on its leaves. Strong enough to survive in harsh, cold lands even when strong winds blow, golden gorse bushes provide excellent wind shelter and valuable shelter in bare wastelands.

The thorny leaves prevent the evaporation of water, and the golden flowers bloom at any time, whether sizzling in the sun or covered by sea water. On a calm day with no wind, the flowers have a sweet scent similar to that of coconut or vanilla, and in brilliant sunshine, the pods of the golden gorse burst into tiny seeds that scatter all around, interrupting the buzzing of the bees. The bright golden colour of the flowers uplifts the spirits and beckons the bees in search of sweet nectar.

The ancient Celts would have been looking forward to the arrival of spring, when the golden gorse would be in full bloom and the golden waves would cover the whole area. The yellow flowers of the golden gorse represent the energy of the sun and are symbolic of Lugh, the Celtic sun god of light and talent. The bees also symbolise the wisdom that bees have acquired through their dedicated work. With its evergreen foliage that never ceases to flower all year round, the tree is vital in its radiance and its energy is uninterrupted even during the darkest days of midwinter.

The golden gorse is a sign of courage and a promise of the coming of spring. It is a feast for the eyes and a renewed spark of hope in the midst of disappointment. For the Celts, the golden gorse was a symbol of optimism and trust.

木にまつわる伝説・神話

ケルト人の樹木の信仰 (12)

OはOnn (ﾊﾘｴﾆｼﾀﾞ) - 3月21日・春分の日

『希望のしるし 〜 ケルトの木の暦（参照）の春分』

色: 黄色; 星: 太陽; 宝石: トパーズ; 性: 女性; 守護神: 太陽神ルグ、スェウ・スァウ、ゲフェス;シンボル: 希望＋楽観、力の結束

ハリエニシダは、英国や西ヨーロッパなら草深い牧草地のほとんどどこにでも根を張る常緑の灌木(かんぼく)で群生し、その小枝に鋭い棘をもち、葉にはもっと小さな棘がある。強風が吹き荒れても厳しい寒さの土地でも生きられるような強さをそなえ、ハリエニシダの茂みは素晴らしい風よけになり、むき出しの荒地では貴重な避難場所を提供してくれる。

棘のある葉は水分の蒸発を防ぎ、太陽にジリジリ焼かれようと、海水をかぶろうと、いつでも黄金色に輝く花を咲かせる。風も絶えて穏やかな日には、ココナッツかヴァニラに似た甘い香りが花にたちこめ、燦々と降りそそぐ日差しのもと、ハリエニシダのさやからは、ミツバチの羽音を遮るようにポンと種子がはじけて、微小な種子があたり一面に撒き散らされる。目に鮮やかな黄金色の花は気分を昂揚させ、甘い蜜を求めるミツバチたちを招く。

ケルト人たちは、満開に花を咲かせたハリエニシダが黄金色の波となり一面を染め上げる春の到来を心待ちにしていた事だろう。ハリエニシダの黄色い花は太陽のエネルギーを表し、光と才能をつかさどるケルトの太陽神ルグの象徴だ。ミツバチは蜂が献身的に働いて手に入れた知恵も象徴している。一年中花を絶やすことなく、常緑の葉を持つこの樹木は輝きの中に生命力を宿し、そのエネルギーは真冬の暗い日々の間にも途切れることはありません。

ハリエニシダは勇気のしるし、春の訪れの約束です。目を楽しませ、失意のうちにあるものに、ふたたび希望の火を点じる。ケルト人にとって、ハリエニシダは楽観主義と信頼の象徴であった。

[saintetheldredablogshorrormovies]

folk horror girlies spring eat your young girlies spring pagan witchcraft coven type of spring let’s all be cursed and weird this spring and lurk ominously amidst the spring flowers be that girl who all the farmers blame when the harvest goes mysteriously wrong who’s with me