#speaking of witch

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[divinebunnii]

the witch in the woods said we should makeout and maybe touch a little

[syriasirlay]

Drawlloween 2023 Day 11

Careful, say the wrong thing and she may just freeze you solid. Pyu belongs to Amazian.

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[jeffellisdraws]

Drawlloween 2023, Day 11 Speaking of Witch

#doodles #comic #ink #drawing #Drawlloween #Drawlloween2023 #speakingofwitch

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[nounragamuffin]

Drawlloween Day 11

Speaking of Witch 💖

[tinytrexstudios]

#drawlloween2023 Day 11: Speaking of Witch

[sophsun1]

Sabrina the Teenage Witch – 3.19: The Big Sleep

[bug-spray-man]

looking for a curse to be had

[maddiesharafian]

The Watcher, The Listener, The Drinker

My triptych is finally complete!

[thegraveyardwitch]

Petition for the Greek Temples to be rebuilt, so that I can pray to the gods in all their glory

[smokestarrules]

that moment when the second episode of the series foreshadows the last. 

[meerawrites]

They are correct and should say it louder.

Source: (x)

[spinaholi]

“spies, tongue, curse” needs to be the name of fig’s sophomore album where she takes a hard turn into a dark folksy sound with samples of a bunch of vulture screams

[screwpinecaprice]

I waltened my files 😔

Second slide are some sketch ideas for a possible The Mysterious House fanart.

[aglionbyacademia]

people of Pinterest do not appreciate Adam’s creepiness enough. He’s not just some sweet soft boy. He’s canonically creepy and unhinged

[aesethewitch]

You can write down as many correspondences as you want, memorize entire lists from someone else's blog or book or whatever, but none of it will matter if you do not understand those correspondences. It's so critically important to ask "Why?"

Why is spirit purple? Why is love red? Why is chamomile calm? Why is quartz "all purpose"? Why does cinnamon speed up a spell?

Why, why, why?

What do you actually believe? And why?