#enjoying the garden

[tinyshe]

Garden Report 23.07.08

This is not a work order but rather a post about relaxing enjoying the nature of the garden! I love to go out the front before the birds start their morning chorus and settle in on the bench with a warm cup of something. I sniff at the predawn breezes to see what message they bring: the murmuring as the tide turned, how the dampness of the fog caresses my face, the gentle aromas of the plants perfumes dancing between the dewdrops ... and then the call and response starts the roundelay. I close my eyes and feel the morning gently begin and unfold through the birds’ song.

Later in the day, I gather things for a round of watering, pausing to nibble on the berries that the birds have not obliterated. I gather the ruined fruits for the hens. A little bird flies amoung the flowers and brambles, resting on a twig here and there to question my appearance in his garden. He talks and I respond and so the conversation goes around and around.

Evening settles in the garden; there an occasional bat passes through. The butterflies of the night , a flight of moths,  dance through the settling dusk. Amazing the different sizes, shapes and flight patterns... they float away about the time the Swifts start clicking and diving.

I never grow tired of the garden. It is a reprise for me and the little creatures on wings, like a little habitat island. As the seasons change, my habits change, the birds and insect visitors rotate in and away for a time. But in the summer, living is easy and moments are to be enjoyed for they are all temporary. Seasons come and seasons go and we all are just temporary ... but so much more enjoyable being in harmony with the garden, to enjoy the moment if we can.

[lilyofthevalleycaughtintherain]

Live footage of me playing Eden's Promise raid questline

[madootles]

watched over the garden wall today for the first time! I love u horror fantasy mystery genre

[little-pup-pip]

Gardening!!

[delphinidin4]

[otaku553]

More doodles for the one piece spy x family crossover

[pngmart]

a few music stamps i made for blogs and/or sites <3

[thebibliosphere]

I don't know if I'll ever finish it, but occasionally, I am reminded that I started writing crackfic based on a dream I had after playing too much Garden Life and also reading too many Nightwing comics, and I'll open up the document and laugh myself sick at how awful a time Slade Wilson is having in my haunted flower shop AU.

He's been ripped body and soul out of his genre and into a cozy Hallmark movie with undercurrents of cosmic horror, and there's nothing he can do about it. Worst of all, the human he kidnapped is unkillable. At least by him.

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Slade took a menacing step forward, then stopped dead in his tracks, unable to move another inch. "The fuck."

He looked down at his boots, struggling to uproot them from the dirt-strewn floor. When that failed, he gave up and took a desperate swing across the shop counter. The little witch didn't even flinch. She didn't need to. The same invisible force wrapped around his arm, holding it in place as he strained his outstretched hand toward her neck.

"What the fuck did you do?" he demanded, arm shaking as sweat began to bead down his brow.

"Me?" she asked, far too innocently, like butter wouldn't melt in that smug, annoying mouth. "Bless your heart, dearie, that's not me. That's the plot armor."

"Plot what?"

"Armor," she repeated slowly for him. "I know you're familiar with the word. I've seen that discounted Spirit Halloween ensemble you call a costume."

Slade snarled, renewing his efforts to crush her windpipe. "I know the word. What does it mean?"

"It means I'm protected. The story can't advance without me, so you're stuck with me." She smiled sweetly. "Lucky you."

"Story? What story? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"This one," she said, gesturing around them as though that explained anything. "The one we're in. The one you pulled me into. The one I can't leave until you figure out whatever the fuck you're supposed to be doing. So if you could hurry up and do that, that'd be great. I've got shit to do, and it doesn't involve holding your hand through whatever bullshit character arc crisis you're going through."

"Lady," Slade breathed out through gritted teeth, "you are fucking insane."

"Oh, sweety," she drawled, leaning across the counter and causing his arm to draw back of its own volition, not allowing him to get a hold of her throat, as she patted him condescendingly on the cheek. Clearly, whatever bullshit proximity magic she was pulling didn't apply to her ability to touch him. "You don't know the half of it."

[dinnerthyme]

[housecow]

my grandmother lost 150+lbs on the keto diet (also after a gastric bypass or smthn like that) and she’s managed to maintain the same weight over the last decade, give or take ~30lbs… she’s always dieting somehow and i like to take it upon myself to always give her a chocolate or a treat or smthn when i visit. i support her with this but *one* thing will not hurt and it makes her happy!

[happyheidi]

𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦

[junipers-insects]

More for the au that I decided to call"In Death's garden" which is a stupid name but I couldn't come up with a better one

Also Dream is 13 (well it's actually 513) here. So a child. Although she was a fully grown adult in the previous drawing

Bonus?

[dame-nostalgique]

Handmade bookmarks I painted last Summer 🌼📖

OlgaMariaAnastazja on Etsy 🍓

[cherubchoirs]

the miracle of st. michael (in full bloom)

[fairydrowning]

"Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar..."

– William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

[girls-kissing]

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