#tulip turtle asks

[arise-children-angel-is-here]

Doodle idea-

Make a flower based off a character(s) you like!

(Or just color one like them lol)

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

how about the twos for the pic game? 2, 12, 22!

2. What version do you feel needs more attention (screen or print)?

12. Who is your favorite minor or recurring character?

22. Show us a picture of one of your TMNT OCs (if you have one)

You get a terribly cropped picture of Andreia Tulip because technically that's AHC spoilers but I gotta remember that she exists lmao

[tul1ps-k1sses]

🌷So I did a thing..@lara-cairncross, but I managed to make an oc!! Meet Emilia, a garden fairy of the Hidden Hollow. She’s a very sweet and kind fairy, her love for her gardening talent is so infectious and caring. Her aura is so calming and uplifting, it’s like being embraced by the very essence of an entire flower field!

🌷Anyway, here’s some facts about my little delicate flower!:

-She’s LOVES eating anything with strawberries in it! And of course anything sweet will cheer her up! But she doesn’t really eat much of it, so she mostly eats small chopped fruits.

-She’s a sea turtle! (I was originally going to make her a water fairy, but then i realized it didn’t really make up my mind, so after days of thinking and rewatching tinker bell movies, a thought popped up in my head) Emilia is the ONLY garden fairy that can control aquatic flowers and collect seaweed without getting her wings wet! While other garden fairies can sometimes get their wings dampened by doing the work; so she’s the only fairy to volunteer to do it, and yes, she can swim.

-Whenever it was time for the seasons to change, Emilia has a habit of wandering off to see the humans. Mostly because she really wanted to know more about them cause of the stories the other fairies talked about. But at early morning, she peeked through April’s window cell and saw four other fairies that looked just like her, till this day she wondered who they were.

-Back home in the forest, she has the most BIGGEST garden! Filled with various of flowers and succulents that have been on the books, while some were very rare and never heard of before. And also a border to the winter side to see her best friend! Lumi, Yuichi’s younger sister.

-When Emilia’s friends come to hug her, they can always smells like a dessert! Strawberry shortcake with a hint of vanilla syrup and a dollop of a Sakura blossom on top. Even when she gives something to them as a gift or for something, she has the most SOFTEST hands ever! That’s why she’s mostly seen holding hands with her friends when flying or walking around in the field.

-She has a VERY contagious laugh.

(I have more facts in my brain! But it’ll come to me)

🌷Little Emmy is really good at sewing! But sometimes she can stitch things at the wrong end or mess it up, she’s still learning! She goes on picnics by herself so that she can study all plants around her and in case she got hungry she packed desserts or whatever she made with her bare hands (I’m sorry if my handwriting looks so different in the picture, it’s because i took breaks and i totally forgot which brush i used before 😭)

🌷The first time Emilia went outside the forest was when she was very very young, nobody really knew her so whenever she walked around the Hidden Hollow she’d either end up bumping into someone or falling to the ground because she was still getting used to her legs rather than flying around. The garden fairies soon recognized her once she reached a flower field, surprisingly they were nice to her. They asked for her name, but she didn’t learn how to speak so instead she pointed out towards a pretty pink tulip, so the garden fairies started calling her tulip! (The little flower knew her name, but she just didn’t know how to speak yet)

and…that’s all! I’m still sketching out the rest about Emilia/Emmy so if you’re interested in her, feel free to ask questions! Bye for now! 😘

Part 2>>

[normal-internet-user]

CHERRY BLOSSOM PT: 3

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Pt 1 Pt 2

Summary: You and Leo spend the night getting to know each other on your balcony.

Warnings: Mild swearing!

Requested: ???

GN Reader!

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You hummed quietly to yourself as you trimmed one of the ferns on your balcony.

You were currently waiting for Leo to arrive, as the two of you had planned to spend some time getting to know each other better.

You had spent a fair amount of time with the blur clad turtle, what with him visiting every now and again to, "Check in." as he said, and the occasional texting.

You didn't mind though, you liked it when he visited. You learned quite a bit about him, like how he had three younger brother's, and that they were all named after famous renaissance painters.

Just as you had traded your trimmers for the watering can, a familiar thump! sounded behind you, alerting you of Leonardo's arrival.

You glanced back with a smile, then moved to water your orchid, "Fancy meeting you here."

Leo chuckled, "Indeed, do you come here often?"

"You could say that."

The two of you devolved into a fit of childish giggles, "That's so stupid." you said, giggling.

Leo shook his head as he chuckled, "Yeah. yeah it is. How have you been anyway? Anymore trouble with Purple Dragons?"

"Nope," You said as you examined your cherry tree, "Infact, last time I saw afew of them, they literally ran in the other direction."

"Well at least you don't have to worry about getting mugged."

"I suppose there is that." you agreed, then asked, "Speaking of mugging, shouldn't you be on patrol? I know we planned to meet and all, but still. I don't want to be the reason you miss a patrol."

Leo shook his head, a small smile gracing his features, "No, my brothers offered to let me have the night off, so don't worry about that."

You hummed in response, examining the buds of your tulips. The two of you talked for a while, different topics coming and going, until eventually the topic of gardening came up.

Leo offhandedly metion that he had a few bonsai trees back at his home, and when you asked if he'd ever seen them bloom, he replied that, no, they had never been able to bloom due to lack of sunlight.

"Well you could bring them here. I'd be more than happy to help take care of them, plus it gives you an excuse to visit more often."

Leo chuckled, "Quite eager for my company, aren't we?"

You blushed lightly throwing a pebble at is forehead, "Shut up. You don't have to bring them here, I was just saying that maybe-"

"I'd actually appreaciate it if you'd allow me to bring them over. You know alot more about plants than I do, and you can tell me if maybe I've been doing something wrong." Leo picked up the extra watering can you kept, and he started to water some of the other flowers, "And like you said, it gives me an excuse to visit more often."

You giggled, "Quite eager for my company, aren't we?"

Leo laughed, shaking his head and continued help you tend to your plants. After some more time together, the two of you agreed he could drop by with the bonsai sometime that Saturday.

You looked at the time on your phone with a sigh, "It's getting really late, and I have work tommorow."

Leo nodded, "I should probably be getting home soon anyhow, I do need to make sure my brothers returned in one piece afterall."

The two of you said a quiet good-bye, and you watched as Leo lept away over the rooftops.

As you lay comfortably in bed, you smile softly to yourself, the promise of seeing Leo that coming Saturday easing you into the comfort of dreamland.

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Tag-List!

@saspas-corner 💕

@brunnetteiwik 💕

[nymphacae]

Ok I just read your trainwreck au recently and I have sooo many thoughts

1. Obviously this is one of my favorite aus I've seen and it's so well written

2. What happened to half of the passengers??? Where is tulip?? One one? Is Simon okay???? I might cry if these guys are just like dead or smthn. Also lake?? Them to. I SAWW THAT with the broken mirror and the black paint!! I hope we'll see all of em again!

But most importantly, IS RYAN OKAY?? i know he's probably just like not on the train or smthn but my brain is saying dead. I need to know mannn.

Also Also Also, did Jesse ever meet lake? And is corginia ok? And and and an

Feel free to answer none of that I've just had it floating around in my mind soup and it wouldn't go away

hehe this made my day, seeing this pop up in my inbox : 3cccc i'll answer ominously when i can, but i can clear something up real quick and say that unless stated otherwise, ALL PASSENGERS ARE STILL ALIVE! sorry to alrick but that bitch stays dead lol

i'm flattered aaaa

2a. what happened to the other passengers?

scattered throughout the train

2b: where is tulip?

oh you know

2c: where is one-one?

Oh You Know

2d: is simon okay?

he's alive

2e: where is lake?

who knows!

3: IS RYAN OKAY?????

that's a really good question

4a: did jesse ever meet lake?

nope! not yet!

4b: is corginia okay?

corginia has formed an alliance with the turtle car for reinforcements and resources. it is now the corgi-turtle (corturtle? turtlgi??) car

i love getting asks like this agh, you're the best! have a great day and i hope i cleared up SOME things!

[mushyroomswebkinz]

First thing first, Im in love with your art, I love how round it is

Second, which arcade game is each turtle's favourite/least favourite?

Hope you have a good timezone!

First; TYSM!! And also I love this question!

This gets my gears turning since there're so many different games in the arcade (when on desktop). Also no doodle this time!! My wrist has been giving me issues lol, so take my ramblings instead!

I think their faves and least faves would be these tho!

Leo: Smoothie moves, both Cash Cows, Atlantiles, Dex Dangerous and the Lunar Lugbotz (of course), and Stardrops! She doesn't like Tulip Trouble 2, Scrambled or Hide N' Skunk. (She doesn't always admit it but she's a huge Dex Dangerous fan.)

Mikey: Jazz Monsters, Skater Kat, Jumbleberry Fields and Whimsy Skies. He doesn't like Home Before Dark or Lily Padz/Picnic. (Likes a good challenge but struggles with some puzzles.)

Raph: Dogbeard's Gold and the bathtub battles. He also likes the Wacky games out of spite. (Donnie says he hates something and now all of a sudden it's Raph's favorite. He's a menace.) Hates matching games with a passion. Please do not ask him to play tile towers or solitaire.

Donnie: Goober's Atomic Adventure, Goober's Lab and Booger gets an A is his all time favorites, matching games really. Least favorite would be Zacky's Quest, it stresses him out too much and makes him cry. Actually any Wacky games stress him out

[outofangband]

Common Symbols and Motifs in Heraldry, Clothing and Art, Part 1/3

This post focuses on the elves of Aman! The next one will have the elves of Beleriand and the third will have first age humans! 

World Building Masterlist

Note this does not include my ideas for symbolic and simplistic representations of the Valar which will be another post 

More important note: I used canon wherever possible but these are also just my own ideas!

As always please feel free to ask more!

Vanyar: 

Birds (typically doves and eagles but a variety too)

Generally ascribed meanings: obviously association with Manwë but also flight, exploration and freedom, observation, 

Vanyarin architecture

Generally ascribed meanings: stability, culture, tradition

Diamond geometric patterns, circular geometric patterns

Generally ascribed meanings: cycles and eternity, light

Marigolds

Generally ascribed meanings: warmth and welcome

(later on)sun and moon imagery

Generally ascribed meanings: change and growth, devotion, faith

Teleri:

sea turtles

Generally ascribed meanings: innocence and freedom of youth, courage, the journey of baby sea turtles is sometimes likened to parts of the journey to Valinor (usually in lighter or playful settings)

seashells

Generally ascribed meanings: beauty, complexity

wave patterns

Generally ascribed meanings: boundaries

pearls

Generally ascribed meanings: growth, tranquility, resilience

Later on lunar patterns, the moon upon the ocean

Generally ascribed meanings: change, faith, mourning

schools of fish in varying complexity

Generally ascribed meanings: community and language

sea serpents

Generally ascribed meanings: the unknown, the wilder and more dangerous aspects of the ocean and comfort with it

swans and seabirds

Generally ascribed meanings: peace and prosperity, freedom, song

boats

Generally ascribed meanings: crafts and culture, balance between travel and exploration and the importance of home

Sea lavender

Generally ascribed meanings: gentleness, matrimony, connection

Bay leaves and flowers

Generally ascribed meanings:

Noldor of Tirion: 

Ivy

Generally ascribed meanings:

Possibility, ascension

geometric star shapes and patterns, certain fractal patterns, geometric flowers

Generally ascribed meanings:  Symmetry, order, reason, understanding

Fire, Sparks, later on rays of sun

Generally ascribed meanings:

Curiosity and discovery, learning and illumination, passion

Roses:

Commonly ascribed meanings: Variety and complexity

Note: Tulips which are also bred and crossbred for color and scent often have similar meanings in this regard

Aster species:

Commonly described meanings:

Darker colors: creativity, play

Lighter colors: fate, order, connection

Forget me not:

Note: the name in Noldorin Quenya refers to sapphires

Generally ascribed meanings: music, poetry, faith

Noldor of the Mountains (talked about here though I want to do a longer post about them:

abstract geometric designs and patterns

Generally ascribed meanings: similar to the Noldor of Tirion

constellations

Generally ascribed meanings:

Life, creativity and storytelling

simplistic representations of mountains

Generally ascribed meanings: family and community

The Noldor of Beleriand have most of these, in addition to others. The different realms that are established there will also have the road. Some of these I’ve talked about on individual flora, and Fana posts. 

Some brief examples:

Mountain aven and red clover represent spring and summer in Himring and thus come to the represent both prosperity and work.

Flowering species of Artemisia are common in the steppe regions of the Gap and Himlad. Riverside wormwood are used as a hallucinogenic tonic and in alcohol and come to have great spiritual significance. They come to represent this in later art.

Other notes:

The Vanyar and Noldor both use imagery of prisms and movement of light in their works as well as tessellations 

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[drakkonyan]

🐈‍⬛🎉🌻🎶😈? (for the ask game)

🐈‍⬛:I like turtles and dogs. Cats and ferrets are cool too but I've never had any so I don't feel ik enough to choose em

🎉:I don't really celebrate any holiday ngl? Tho I do like the saint week(semanasanta) break that we have in latinoamerica, brings some melancholic peace. Pavlovian training from school days ig lol

🌻:I looooove tulips! They are so pretty! And lavanders too, they are real neat and I love lavander smell!

🎶: I would say my 4 fav artists are mystery skulls, ice nine kills, set it off and idkhow. Them 4 are pretty different ends of the spectrum but they cove pretty much everything I could ask for so they are my favs. Rn The box from INK is stuck in my head tho

😈: at first I dint knew if I had any, but tbh after better considerstion:

I support blonde women rights AND wrongs

Also Matt, he is funny and so girly pop (... Is that what the kids be saying nowadays? Idk man I'm disconnected)

Thanks for asking!

[its-just-fern]

i still have rotting asks in my inbox about the infinity train au that i never answered. theyre like 2-3 years old at this point? sorry about that... but ill answer with what i thought of at the time. (im sure there were more, maybe, but i think i cleared my inbox at some point?) ive gotten worse with answering asks over the years but sometimes the original post gets sudden notes from time to time.. it blows me away!!

notes about finn's part (parts 1-2 combined):

finn gets on the train because of his parental issues/internal struggles that he has in the late seasons

jake (as a passenger - he also works well as a denizen) comes along solely because of his concern for finn. in reality he doesnt actually need to be on the train at all (think of him as kinda jumping in the portal on instinct, betty-style). i think his number would be like. 1. hes too unbothered

finn losing his arm so fern can be in the real world mirrors tulip losing her pocketknife for lake. fern would come from a sort of "topiary car" where the leaves can "mirror" you (idk how else to explain this one.. think of it like these mechanical mirrors, maybe)

betty would be amelia. chicle would be the other metal cop.

notes about pb/marcy's part (part 3):

in general i didnt see bonnie dying at the time because... i love bubbline LMAOOOOO im weak im sorryyyy. her dying would be on brand tho and i love tragedy

i never thought of bonnie and marcy as killing denizens intentionally, but they would definitely still "claim" the train as theirs... the apex would instead be like their "kingdom", with them as the "princess/queen"

marcy might have little regard for denizens, while bonnie might see them more as things to "examine". i think instead of intentionally trashing each car, bonnie would try to specifically "improve" them how she sees fit (which messes them up anyways)

fp might start out like... hiding out in another car, having run away from the car she came from (flame kingdom) with the help of cinnamon bun. she was trapped in the kingdom but didnt know that bonnie trapped her there in the first place (part of her "improvements").. bonnie, of course, lets her "join" them, but actually wants to re-trap her.

betty, as amelia, instead of making turtles (trying to revive/save simon), kept making flame people -> leads to fp's existence.

unfortunately nothing for part 4! i made this au way before that and i dont really feel like figuring it out right now.. but ill leave it to you all!

if im being honest i think lake would lowkey dislike him/find him disturbing? to them i think he would seem like a gigantic asshole with how he treats finn, even if his problems are very relatable to them. LOL

but in a goofier world where digestion is possible for all species they would probably be like drinking buddies

maybe peppermint butler.

[pyro-kiinesis]

For the asks game

48. 32. And I forgot the other one so just those XD

32) favourite animals?

my top two fave animals are cats and rabbits, but I also love leopard geckos, snakes (ball pythons/hog noses/cornsnakes are my fave types of snake) turtles, sparrows, and deer :D

48) favourite flower?

I love sunflowers, hydrangeas and tulips!! :3c

thank you so much for the ask hehe!! ^w^

[libidomechanica]

Welcome hame fast you look upon me, for ages, or flower

A limerick sequence

                Outward fair, in bloom nor will he knew I could the passed byrd, the field, with ache?    Welcome hame fast you look    upon me, for ages, or flower. And keeps your mount Gilead.

                You were very night. Now they success, thunderstand: but strong and turtle is    iron skies. Walked in our    Love. I never ride? An Isle through the glittering graced; the stage.

                I saw a little else. But so well be well pictur’d-for end, full-spread of    his best, conscience the grot,    which my weak in seemed by evermore moves dark reality.

                And haste as I. And in his knight, was it the opens where was far a modern    dames erected. I    sit and crowne, in all thee. A bird. Where her a newe miscarriage.

                They say, the ladies unseen, And the life is dreary, I would you be: win    your own crown, with the shepheards,    til your tears as then of one gender, not be approve thee.

                There is not less, admit, rejects too. With sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! Our true    nature’s wonne: at least that    bare we, or warp’d as we’re nothing creation sweet Albany.

                The worst of hurt to tell me, O this glory. Twas the face, remember than    a two-year-old whom for    hers to a goal, the girls which in the law of your sweets are dead!

                Which he let him in a nut have said: he savour inborn with heave the queen    may deserts, as a    pastoral. Ask me now. Nor dark—years that put on a Damascus.

                I would drear the door. The world them not if a man was he shut up the book    you didst passions lin’d, how    my swaddling by have adore that I meant, as I can decay.

                Thou hast ravished silver intense is sae prevails. Under heart was a    monster proper purpose,    and had well to see what does resort to the only the bay.

                To call the shining pity. Are vanish’d to prevent my closed, and happy    statues, borne on thy soul!    The comes not only children do in the lingering voice of youth.

                The firelit lookes, where, trembling, as inditers and yet—she had a    coxcombry of my life,    thy worth, I know nought; nothing thee me. He sick of spread aright.

                Till, to them danced wine for one was a raven. And will started joy and virtue    hath misled both to    play my sole that heart and caught shift still enchanting, is my life.

                Thy voice and why? By turned since through sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies,    when they. Tis true, your faces,    even as bright have breeze. Since I see play within his young.

                ;—There witnesse woe: helpe me, the uninitiated. To full and learn from    me, firm, protection holds    up as they came, why fears with power than of your lives more thee.

                Thou art, looked brought at once we looked on, and heart was none word; no! If ever    old or new. Or than a    flock of Gau and Moon; and bring you doth purgation rolled dry flame!

                Your complete, wi’ matter wheel should find he said: I will give their thundered oak    she like the story—an    old world surely kiss. For sullen-seeming sheeted water’s know?

                Pear eater of their joy, O joy, and mutually return. That never    for the centre as a    sameness with sapphire in loud rattlin’ sang, an’ twenty, Tam!

                A flying workman. We heart did their sin: each pallid and lay with a Laugh    would complaining undermine:    although much classic pas—sans flaws—set off our friends: one’s quite.

                You are fallen the could heaven just after all the world the final berries    in this song and dancers    will be cured: but the swain returns orchestral crooked out.

                Skiing thee manifold, I erred from the was, in shroud, or thought man and opened,    each face she knew I    could turned, and wade monasteries like tower. Love is shows now.

                I’ver also in the valleys. Children dear, thither hand: but she had your    own son, we two trees with    its to endure with milk, in the glaciers and waxin’ weary.

                The torturing, an upturned with the streaming eye, and lazy love, for    a kinder my deserts    that want too. And so it seemed to right tulip, whiskery door?

                Female or moon; not to have not to me had a heap. Down, deny not be    all her than is held in    such a beautiful, O my friend—and there we will world—ah me!

                Pear eater of hair; inlaid galleries. Mine eyes woo as mine, the depths of    thou gave a score could pull    its love, and to his own, my hope, my bowels were taugment. And know.

                Close of spices, as danger trying. So said in—I forget your leg between    the halogen overhead—    leaving and die like child will be saying I will no-no.

                Whatever man of blackness; now shines cleere. I do adorns the listen here    in folds into my kin    a room turns the end of common cry, full song, and others wont.

                Of female kindred maids were rude song areede vprightly dance for years are    everlasting, as I know    the stand, threatened dead. You perhaps of the Sexes roses glow!

                To be bore a king. You loved tracasserie, ’ began to thy word, or a prophet’s    assistance of    frankincense, witnesse, shee lou’d a long, up in a word she success.

                Circumstance of my beloved, the ruin’d town and ranks before what the altar-    stair. Their cell, the fain    wounded exactly like the cruel scornes thine heads in my way.

                Down to hunt his broad a-foraging that I were dead! Call her the air is    as a bitter to kill.    Blush, at length to the Stripling, when armour clear green calls: this way!

                Dark river from Time’s lovely Pussy! And sank and plaintiue pleasant hours are not—    to make gentleman’s ass    began to the heart Sun-burnd brain we weary… full of grapes.

                That sweets commit it to mob me up from thine: have got a fall; but death, bleed    away, in sleepe and pestle.    A dinner; but, in far as there’s another profit!

                What had never saw you, Mag. Take the badge, as a patiently his art; at    length contribution. There    came a sudden grape appear’d, with the Indian forest sigh.

                The want of Israel.—And if she world would heavenly alchemy; anon    permit then thee, and no    painting gentle wish to play my sole excuse is—’t is mard.

                Ten long as men weep, in driven: I hold out the whose rose! Leaves on men of    leaven’d, like aught him, with    fight, you transfigur’d without, rose through the white and inspired.

                Whose please you might before him counsel to be true love context for my    beloved to-day Had it    leads so often as bright in thy head. There is not be reveal.

                Did see your Highness but of all as well picture slips, prison there did mansion;    her day; a year where    lie bruised answer at the clematis. Sicker bushes,—he did!

                Lest if an humble though less polished by these for goose is a garden we    purge, even so high poems!    A noise of our brother, Lady Adeline grows weary.

                Like Archimedes, I oft inuitest me to shortened dead. Curled, and you,    woman, O thou needs must    choose to weep. Had love, and mone with my loves on you, you are mine.

                Of guilt—of guilty gates of varnish me more, till the depths of misse; that stremes    of guilt, perhaps, which    my Loue vnkind; but all the burst the lightning fruit bats scatter all.

                They are, they are, wilt thou guess that page; my music has such a sort? A tempers    a thousand misbegotten,    bones, your blended brethren here hath then what atones?

                Alluring line along there is my weak rib by a new more taugment, through    winds are bright? The men. When    in his less pleasure and partly fears will break, and bid me best.

                I speak as having to the white, encountable knight of hooks, as sweetness,    she said; and I burn. And    serene and eats fire you millinery with a strange ere breast.

                I feel with this mind, will has gotten. Where we passive neighbor whose Virtue    clotted Lambe, of white, sleep.    ’ Because he needing and, she that you believe Max lives beside!

                As time thought best jewels, thy grave proves that I know, knowing wanting Inuentions    of sun of all the body    into. Though the shines to pass the Pheasant in my tired.

                Harm, alas! Again that, in the mountain sheaves borne aloft, then all hold a    pleasant fruitfull sweet to    brave, but did stands the Abbey- stones in the who shall I repine?

                Let thy murderous a pastoral. Generalities. The offered as    a better than owl, not    a manger fly like Jewels political dinner the body.

                The sun went down on the heavens gave; and who succeeded not bewray least    satiety with discoursing    in the saw a crowned in the ground. And women most faire mine.

                Keep with the story of our faces glean their joyes. And so grac’d to be marriage.    Speak on, my sights of    might so fell with the waves behind there; at presence, lovely bones.

                A little light Now the price: then though they but strong neuer the Soul was sharpest    pangs o’erpay. Nor can    the should twine and if they circle their hooks. But as he, the skies.

                The badge, as one faults assured and their God adore the foxes, the measure    and double as free. The    bottom of their arms, like hues all fairest among the leopards.

                Of natural sympathy: tis much passionate firebombs, or if we share? Darling,    and childe, how it seem    certaineth: he thonder grace but you half-hidden Mystery.

                Good night the overgrowth at his feet, and more, and the voice he replied: No!    To beguile he greatest    thou hast the lives little spoil much in the peril keep her Veil.

                With my soule plants are abroad through you none. And sings below, beat winding    Jealousy to find but a    woman, a figure fills the crone should instrument, as she knew.

                From Time’s leisure witness called her side. We shall wed. To Káf, down! Somewhere rose    up through of chance, the cleanly.    I love and somewhat fury the shirt and ever walk here.

                Calming it, the sky show to the bay? Fair, sweet, and imps he shoot, and she ride,    ride and she forehead paper,    mute and love of vermilion: at seven-and-twenty, Tam.

                Could be for plough. A mother’s Eyes, and thus the stained gloves—wheezed and listen    to his natiue place my homely    with politic, that on Passionate, aware or a grapes.

                I am not employ his art; at length my valentine. Of loue not be    longer free, that head—for    hearts are, though heroic salamander, ’ and all round and dared.

                Was true, some pleased with liquor: thy hart upon sockets of their little birth    and ache from thy dearest    rose tree. Lifted honest the land, old world the king’s: ’ next, when right.

                My head, taking your grace array’d the woodbine leave. Yourself would not know their    verdict for things for priefe.    One day was sloping lights shining to reprove thee, Eliza!

                The acutest hoord, in Christ in bail for an Inch of early snowmelt alone    dwells a long loving    and forth as t was. For years, which go up from world his own skin.

                Resort vnto my mother’s brink she leap, in female senators wide! Fool, said:    I must sing. ’Er come, for    weight the husband-fool; but live, drawn by many a benison.

                That portentous phrases late the tents I do not your skies are design’d, yourself,    That’s your eyes; amazed    they circle the walls that it fed. Beguile: And both money, house.

                A close of married: but bespeak the cruel knife, than in a trice were than fees.    Since the beryl: his    celestial Sign; that will not my madness warmth and my body’s gift.

                Yes, I’m wishing nought him, but for cash. Tripping pleased, prolong her behind the    scornes things to all day    assigned, the time of the morning jealousy to find you smile?

                Magic of the most fervently, the day breast two legacy of love. This    present of being    ironic about there are the mouthed, and of your clearer for me!

                I am to seeds&religion in the sweet Albany. Come wait upon    they’re not such a calendar    could see a glorious morning, and half their crimes; a sort?

                And dancing with Cares his oath, to grant me no more than not know how frail, a    story of hys misdeede,    that spoil his own. Flatter to his, by just put to be, my home.

                So they forests are long-cramp’d scroll fresh and pure. Look back and remain orbed    in one like him the leaves    his feet, and things, spice his virtue and mine idle life or death.

                We shall be most unusual sort. It’s not our heroes and moving, like Carmel,    and in happy warrior:    I and my line is only said, I am all its ray?

                The dear. With himself, as I am, entirely heart in her which thus    it needs must need spray, that    shall take me it birth, and lived somewhere my song. Our Heart thou gone?

                Woman, what through more she shall were we ride. But he vext her arms, she could makes    then my hands are alone    I am turns on he went the knight; when a dead brought, I fear.

                If charmed verse my name. We quest. An oyster made, ylke can thy pledge’s perisht;    and Absál long’d to cluster’d    chariot of the pleasant now knew it, clamouring new.

                I do declaiming; I love is not winced. Their cell, tripping grace it oft, where    neighbor whose deep, which none    puts by the here! Looking ordinance: and no Wheat, am I.

                Thenceforth of polished it—but we have sought would be most things made but there his    hard enough; noons of lilies.    I have drawn by yon gate-end, when we are no sin unborn.

                I am happy statue of thou dost hides are thy living and the clouds    to be, and, reverse pair!    This I will at last! Poetry housekeepers of old stories.

                While each others would be, if such the pale to play is a bittour bumps with    all that love-salute was    in a round cracks evilly, a dark slave it truth to less please.

                Like a theater and you, break them keepers, to her million. To dreams do    standing street, but thou moral    sexes; neither. If such Jugling his title spacious gate.

                The ills the dead! I had thrill’d him in by shut me see in the hear thy verse    of the beldam at his    body already … I’m begin, in all girded up her Veil.

                Between the darke, sing. And they trod, as the sea look, forget the should be found    that keep thy rich in the    dream, cherish’d to whither in than death she, and behold, I pray.

                Behind our people far apartments. I wish a husbands chaste? Oft in men    of one day of two armies.    That have seen some crystalline; since which shall know: margaret, hist!

                Could be cut in my body’s turn’d hear thy limbs a drooping; afternoon I    was nobody them went    with his spouse; a spring- tides are loth to plight. The main: no more!

                And some Columbus of money, wrapped up in she once laughed at these men can    blame, with Cares her with words    this fate. Then what pastimes resort vnto my mother gentleman.

                My true nature’s magnanimity of wit, till pudding, to speak. Stealing    under mind, that, reach high    hyll, the sun and turn this way? Much stupified the would look down.

                Love thee and now in age. Quick while though sticker sike a Jugler come, for why    should be; we’ll welcome hame    fairy queen waiting tide does it was a monk may do withstand.

                Ones than heart, my onward life to find all therefore which shall not come ancient    fictions end! Have him who    under mistress bent thou guess to be their powerful army.

                Some he must unlearn to procreate again. All pleasure past, the first kisses    poured as some crystalline    from comminglèd, as where all richly aromatical.

                But the forfeit when Arac. Hey ho hollidaye, the laws, that his chirrup on    the women most cold. And    I sought for the Noose of salt, and saw I at presence the please.

                None like Pygmalion, glorious gate. A watchfulness, let me heart: ev’n the    wear fetter to pitie augment.    To be most ruthful, and told him, and, t was desire.

                Like him much salt, the glitterers of the best sigh. Her eye, kisses poured airy    flight Titan’s breath, and    I do not rue the argument all humanity, to weeps!

                Now say is, nor place; crones, and sugar. Be it lawful, and then Remember    the day after the    hill. But both himself up on their kindness of Amminadib.

                The nobleman is so hard in grass, a purer soul, by change the lines and    the tents. Through on the evil    of mine eye and loving unseen, And the night-wind sense; myrrh.

                Held thee, and Maud in all faire She though he rode; it seemed, or speak, and good. To    call me by a husband    marke of many be kept behind our spouse, and beneath you none.

                Let me his sigh, and wreake my hands dropping up a glancing have one, aloof    the picture here! And silent,    sullen-seeming; the armèd man, and he said; and brain did guide.

                Of the hermit’s carnal ecstasy! When first the could thee living fairy    queen: my liege, ’ said that’s our    darling, hidden grape. The darke heart has false bond—still seemde but this.

                Again she leap’d amid then my heart, my spirit seal; I had not forgiveness,    leaning up that roll    in all otherwise? In the fall, and the Lady of the grace?

[teabooksandsweets]

A City of Bells

Chapter IV — Part I

Wednesday came and Jocelyn and the children once more sallied forth watched from the front door by Grandfather and Grandmother and from an upper window by Sarah and Ellen. In the placid life of Torminster tea-parties were of importance. They lay on the surface of existence like the markings of the hours on a clock face, measuring the slow movement of time. Events were remembered in relation to tea-parties. “It was the day I went to the Archdeacon’s in my blue silk,” a Torminster lady would say if asked when her cook gave notice. Or, “We made twelve pounds of crab-apple jelly that year. I counted the pots when I came back from Canon Roderick’s … I wore my puce.”

So it was important that Jocelyn and the children should go to tea with Mrs. Jameson. Sarah gave Jocelyn’s suit an extra pressing and Ellen sewed new elastic in the children’s sailor hats, put a white collar on Henrietta’s smock and bought her a new pair of strap shoes.

Jocelyn, apart from the fact that he wanted to see Felicity again, felt that the event was epoch-making. He put the feeling down to the fact that the Torminster houses stood in walled gardens, so that when you want to tea next door you seemed to be going a journey into a foreign country.

In Torminster there was no looking over a low fence to see what the butcher was taking next door for dinner, and no watching the road outside through railings to see who attended next door’s tea-party to which you had not been invited. No. High walls enclosed you as in a moated fortress and you could know nothing at all of the goings-on of next door except by a system of espionage carried on through the agency of whichever of the tradesmen happened at the moment to be walking out with cook.

From this followed the feeling that next door was a long way off. You went out through the door in your wall and banged it shut behind you. You were now separated from your own citadel. Your hollyhocks and your roses were hidden from you and if you could see anything of your house it was only the top of a crinkled roof; the eyes of the house, the windows, could no longer meet yours and you felt as thought the house had turned its back on you. Abandoned, you turned to your right, advanced a few paces and found yourself opposite another closed door in a high wall … Next door … You could see nothing of it and for all you knew anything might have happened beyond that wall since you were there last. The house might have been painted magenta, or peacocks might have been introduced in the kitchen-garden and mock-turtles in the front garden, they might have a new lawnmower or a bird-bath, or simply anything. You laid your hand upon the door handle with an expectant heart, like a sailor who has sailed from across the seas and lets down his anchor in a foreign harbour.

Savouring this feeling Jocelyn paused for a moment at Mrs. Jameson’s door. It was scarlet, with a brass handle, and over the top of the wall looked white lilac-trees already in blossom. The green and white and red made him think of a Chinese plate picturing that enchanting world of bridges and pagodas and lovers who never grow tired.

“Hurry! Hurry!” whispered Henrietta, alternately raising herself on her toes and swinging back on to her heels again, to get the stiffness out of her new, squeaking strap shoes.

The promise of something fantastic contained in Mrs. Jameson’s scarlet garden door was fulfilled when one got inside, for her garden was like the palette of a child’s paintbox, a confused jumble of all the brightest colours on earth. It was too early for the geraniums and calceolarias that she loved, but there were red tulips, golden marigolds and blue irises in profusion. There were also a sundial, a pond with goldfish in it and a hammock of striped red and green, all of them looking rather odd against the formal dignity of the Queen Anne house behind them.

It was one of the charms of Torminster that though the houses were all of them old they were of different periods, so that Queen Anne jostled William the Conqueror and Queen Elizabeth patronized the Georges. They all had different atmospheres, too, Grandfather’s being monastic and Mrs. Jameson’s mad Chinese.

Jocelyn and the children mounted the steps to the front door and rang the bell. It was answered by Felicity, who wore her simple blue frock and looked extremely out of place against the assortment of bric-à-brac that the hall contained. Tiger skins lay on the floor, bamboo tables stood about loaded with every kind of silver ornament and the shields and spears of savages covered every space on the walls not already occupied by sticky oil-paintings and photographs of Mrs. Jameson’s relations.

There was a twinkle in Felicity’s eye as she ushered them in. “I thought I’d better let you in myself,” she said, “so as to explain things. Come upstairs and mind the thistles.”

Jocelyn saw to his astonishment that the banisters had bunches of thistles tied on to them.

“There are no back-stairs for the maids to use,” explained Felicity, “and so Aunt Adelaide ties thistles to the banisters so that the maids shan’t put their hands on them.”

She walked prancingly up a few stairs, Jocelyn toiling after, and then stopped again. “I’d better explain Aunt Adelaide’s clothes. She always dresses in the colours of the Church’s seasons, stockings and all. She wears purple in Lent, red at Whitsun, white during festivals and green the rest of the year.” She pranced on a little farther, stopping again to give her final instructions. “Whatever you do don’t contradict Aunt Adelaide, because that upsets her. And if you don’t like parrots, pretend you do.”

“Why?” asked Hugh Anthony.

“Don’t ask questions, Hugh Anthony,” Jocelyn whispered hoarsely.

The drawing-room was a lovely room, curtained, carpeted and furnished in scarlet. There were so many chairs and tables and china ornaments and photographs that it was almost impossible to move, and in each of the four corners of the room was a green parrot in a cage.

Mrs. Jameson rose at their entry and came graciously to meet them. She was a tall and very dignified old woman clothed from head to foot in snow white, it being still the season of Easter, and scintillating with jewels. Her fingers were covered with them, and her wrists, and the bodice of her silk dress, and a string of pearls was even twisted in her white hair. She looked like some superb, barbaric princess until one looked at her face, which was that of a bewildered child.

“Good afternoon,” she said in her deep tones. “Sit down. And are these the dear children? I have seen them in the Cathedral at divine service, but I have never yet had the pleasure of receiving them in my house.”

She shook hands graciously with Jocelyn and the children, who were mercifully struck dumb with astonishment, while the parrots yelled, “Good-bye, dear,” in chorus. Then they all sat down before a silver tea-tray and quantities of plates containing every kind of sugar cake.

When she had poured out the tea, and asked them if they liked milk and sugar, Mrs. Jameson seemed to drift off into a dream and became silent. Felicity and Jocelyn chatted with some constraint about London and the weather, and the children, still overwhelmed, just ate. Only the four parrots were really voluble. “Give us a kiss,” said one. “Scratch Poll,” said another. “Good-bye,” said the third firmly, while the fourth hinted over and over again, “Must you really go now?”

Half-way through tea Mrs. Jameson came to life. “I am sure you are interested in missions,” she said to Jocelyn. Remembering that she must not be contradicted he said that he was.

“Then you will like to hear,” she said, “that on the spot where my dear husband was killed there is now a Christian church and school; so you see his death was not wasted.”

“No, indeed,” said Jocelyn gently.

“There’s nothing I hate more than waste,” went on Mrs. Jameson, her mind swinging off to another topic. “But for me there’d have been a great deal of waste when that young man who lived in the Market Place ran away. What was his name? Ferranti.”

“How do you mean, Aunt?” inquired Felicity with interest.

“His effects were sold, dear, to pay his bills, and I was the first arrival at the sale. I always go to sales. I always say it’s wonderful what one can pick up at them … Well, yes … When I arrived there were piles of papers, newspapers and magazines and so on, lying stacked on the floor in a corner of the room. ‘What are you going to do with those, Mr. Jones?’ I said to the auctioneer. ‘Burn them, ma’am,’ he said, ‘they’re no use to no one.’ ‘What waste, Mr. Jones!’ I said. ‘I’ll buy them to light my fires with.’ And I did. I hate waste.”

“And are they all used up?” asked Jocelyn.

“Not yet,” said Mrs. Jameson, “for I had a good deal of paper of my own laid by, but I’m getting through them gradually.”

“I think it was very foreseeing of you to buy those papers,” said Jocelyn gravely.

Felicity beamed at him. He was being sweet to Mrs. Jameson and she liked him more than ever for it, for she loved her godmother. She was no more mad, Felicity always maintained, than Felicity herself. She had suffered a great grief and the effect of it upon her had been to make her a child again. Womanhood with its sorrows had been too much for her and subconsciously refusing to face it she had turned backwards into her childhood. But she was always perfectly rational, she never told lies, she never had delusions. She was amazingly generous, giving of herself and her money to every good cause that came along, she was loving and deeply religious and pathetically trusting.

“I should like to play spillikins with the children,” she said to Felicity when tea was over. “You can take Captain Irvin into the garden.”

Behind the house there was a walled vegetable-garden and down the middle of it ran a wide, moss-grown path arched over by nut-trees, and here Felicity and Jocelyn strolled up and down. The thick moss deadened the sound of their footsteps and the interlaced bright green leaves made Jocelyn think of carved, lacquered Chinese screens obligingly put up by Nature to ensure privacy while his friendship with Felicity put out its first timid leaves.

But only Jocelyn was conscious of timidity, for Felicity did not know the meaning of the word. She had been given the happy gift of a spirit that faced outward and she bothered about herself and her feelings as little as it is possible for a human being to do. Artist though she was the thought of self-expression was hardly ever in her mind except as a gift that was hers to give. When she acted it was of the waiting audience in the dark auditorium that she thought, not of herself. They wanted something of her and her response was as fresh and natural as the reply of the trees to spring sunshine.

And so now it was Jocelyn of whom she thought. He had given her a moment of rather strange experience that had seemed to bring him very close to her. When he had stood in the Market Place and looked at her through the window of Ferranti’s house he had seemed to see her herself, the essential untrimmed person whom she had told him was not Felicity Summers but only Felicity, and his look had thrilled her and comforted the lonely place that cries out for help deep inside every human being. Until that moment she had hardly realized that the place existed, but the sudden touch of healing applied to the ache and then withdrawn again had woken her up to awareness. Conscious now of this empty room at the centre of her being, it had been with almost a fellow-feeling that she had learnt from the cook that Jocelyn had taken that house in the Market Place … The poor thing would not be forlorn any more, and neither would Jocelyn.

“I’m so glad about your house,” she said impulsively.

“What house?” said Jocelyn.

“That house of Ferranti’s that you are turning into a bookshop.”

“But I didn’t know I was,” said the bewildered Jocelyn.

“What?”

“Whoever told you I was?”

“Aunt Adelaide’s cook. Everyone in Torminster knows about your bookshop and we’re all so pleased.”

“But how can everyone in Torminster know about it when I don’t know about it myself?”

Felicity began to laugh. “In Torminster everyone knows much more about one than one does oneself, you’ll find.”

“But I haven’t said a word about it to a soul!”

“But perhaps you’ve thought a thought about it to yourself?”

“Well, it did just cross my mind that it would be fun to keep a shop in Torminster, but it was only an idea—”

“That’s enough for Torminster. It’s one of those places where thoughts blow from one mind to another and then sprout. It’s the quiet, you know. Quiet is to thoughts what air is to seeds. It’s wonderful what receptive minds Torminster people have. Now Keziah, the cook, only has to walk past a person’s house and she knows all their family history, especially the parts they wouldn’t want her to know. It just blows out of their minds and sprouts in her.” A note of anxiety crept into her voice. “You don’t mean to tell me that you aren’t going to open that shop?”

“But of course not. Why should I?”

All the happiness went out of Felicity’s face and she looked like a lovely child whose toy has been snatched away. “Oh, I am so disappointed!”

“But why?” said Jocelyn gently.

“Because Torminster needs a good bookshop so badly. What with the relaxing climate and the soporific effect of the bells Torminster people have minds like Tennyson’s lotus-eaters.”

“But a bookshop wouldn’t alter the climate or stop the bells.”

“No, but it might counteract their mental effect … And I hate that darling house to be empty. I love it as though it were a person and I want it to be lived in.”

“Someone else will take it if I don’t.”

“No, they won’t, because of there being no drains.”

“I don’t see why it should be me to suffer a drainless existence for the sake of the minds of Torminster.”

“Oh, please! Please!” begged Felicity, and Jocelyn saw to his astonishment that she was near tears. He had yet to discover the passionate energy which she bestowed on any new idea.

“But I’ve no capital,” he pleaded.

“You must have your pension, and your Grandfather would help.”

“But who would buy the books?”

“The Dean and Chapter. And you could have a circulating library. And we’d have a special department for the children and it would all be perfectly lovely.”

“I couldn’t let Grandfather lend me money,” said Jocelyn firmly.

“If that isn’t just like a man!” said Felicity with a sudden flash of the temper that was a part of her temperament. “I thought you had more sense than most, but you’re just like all the rest, as proud as Lucifer. You’ll disappoint disappoint us all and leave that house to its loneliness and prevent the Dean and Chapter learning a little something rather than stoop to a bit of humility!”

Jocelyn tried to change the topic of conversation, not knowing yet that Felicity could never be got to talk of something else until she had said the last word on the first subject, but was entirely unsuccessful … In sheer self-defence he found himself discussing the books that should be bought and the style of furniture best suited to the house with the green door.

[skwonkk]

Aaron the Aardvark

ACE NUTS

Aesthetica TV

aesthetically pleasing people sitting on furniture asking you about your day

Airdonna

Airie

AKYDE

Already A Controversial Public Figure By Age 14

amberra

Amit Bhadana

Animal Mary

Antler Boy

The Apology

Artalla

As stars are

Autumn Fox

Azur Lane

Barefoot Miracle

Beautiful Lines

Beauty Jet

Believe in Pride

Bell of Dawn

Be Strong When I Meet You

Beygisuno

Beyhadh

Beyond the Wasteland

Bioillogical

Birdywolf

Blood Tattoo

Bloomalo

Blue Eye Samurai

Bratstyle

Brooding Girl & Quirky Boy

Brush your hair, girl.

Burnt Apples

Butterwing

Calamineral

Chivalry Starved

Clap of Misery

Clench and Unclench

Clouds of Shadow

Creature Commandos

Crystal Iris

Dawn Bugs

Dirty Beans

DoodlePoodle

Dream Spice Energy

Dreamsender

Dreamy Bouquet

Dumpling Truck

Eggy's World

Eternal Iris

Find the New Stage

Floating Lotus Island

Flying Pirouette

Fred the Dot

Glory of the Ibis

Grimsburg

Growl at the Moon

Guided to the Inevitable

Guys with Pretty Voices

Hamburger Curse

Hammaham

Harbor City

Hate Mate

Headphone Girl

Hedgehog on an Island

HILDA!

Hot Pot of Truth

I Didn't Even Gain Many Valuable Insights From The 20 Years I Spent Alone

I don't care if you're sorry.

I Lived In A Cave For 100 Years

I Thought You Already Left

Ice Cream Game

If Only You Were The Way You Used To Be

Infinity Bloom

It's Harry's Fault

Jellyfish Sushi

Jennifer Wouldn't Know

Just Ask Lila

Just Talk To Him

Kawamawa

La La Lavander

Larry the Librarian

Leopard Lies

Likan

Livestreamer Lily

Loot

Magic Fragrance

Magical Glass Bird

Marcus Darkness

Maze TV

Meerkat Melinda

Melting Sandcastle

A Message I Can't Deliver

Message of the Forest

Midnight Emerald

Milky Crystal

Milky Waters

Milkyshake

Missus Prim

Music of Mary

My Secret Cutie

Nerds have it easy

The Night Breeze

Nine Sweethearts

No One Does That Anymore

No One Says That Anymore

oh believe

Oh Man!!

OK Sensor

Okapia

Orb Warning

Outlaw Angel

Overflowing Identity

Overpowered Villainess

Planet Jewel

Platy

Please Alice

Poisonish

Pom Little Clover

Prandla

Proud Flesh

Pula Pula

Pumpkin Donut Trio

Quadricorn

Rainbow Leaf

Reincarnated as a Disembodied Voice

Residents of Thought

Rofty

Rolling Too Fast

Rude Young Lady

Sandcastle Dream

scaredy ghost

Seashell Memoir

Shortbread Shorty

Sicknic

Silent Picnic

Simmered Onions

Slurp it!!

Sour Peaches

Spinning Your Heart

Staffafaff

Starlight Garden

Starlight Wings

Sugar & Shame

Sunrise Tapestry

sweat potato

Talk to Tio

TECHNOPRISON

That Damn Cottage

Ticker to Tile

The Time Watch

There aren't enough faerie stories anymore and I'm here to change that.

Tinatia

Tinkerbell's Trick

Tinywrist & Bigfang

Tokerbell

Too Bad For Jason

Toxic Town

Tulio Trumpet

Turtle & Lion

Twenty-nine Witches

Typewriter Monkey's Miserable Life

Under the Sand

Viola's Home

Walter the Platypus

The Wasteland's Renaissance

Why did you come?

Winner is King

Winter Tulip

women with weird stuff going on

Wooden Spiral

xcac

Yoryu

You're not like that, though.

You told me I would understand someday.

Zippydoo

[jmreyes9]

PC-Jesse Reyes 

A PURPLE PATCH BEHIND MY BACKYARD

by Jesse Reyes

It’s now almost the middle of May and spring will soon be officially over.  In Chicago, we really haven’t enjoyed spring this year for Old Man Winter has lingered much longer than usual, even scattering some snowflakes in April.

Today, after a couple of days of rain, the grass in my backyard is completely green.  The leaves of the three trees in my backyard (which I have named after the three stooges—Curly, Larry and Moe!) are also green, although one of them initially had white blossoms before these turned into green leaves.

As I looked out of my window, through an opening between the trees in my backyard, from a distance, a lovely patch of purple came into view.  On a closer look, I noticed that the purple patch was produced by leaves of a tree behind the shrubs and small trees along my property line. 

It was a view that was exhilarating to me.  The Master Artist had done it again—it appeared like a Renoir painting that had a purple central portion  surrounded by a sea of green leaves and white flowerettes that would later turn to green leaves.  It was beautiful to behold!  I watched it for several minutes, afraid that this lovely scene might suddenly disappear from my view.  I know for a fact that this purple color of the leaves wouldn’t last long—in a week or two, they will shed their purple hue and also turn green like the other leaves around them. 

For now, I’m trying to enjoy the view that spring had brought about.  Earlier this spring, I reveled in the sight of the lovely white blooms of the trees around my neighborhood before they turned green.  Much earlier in the spring, after the few days of snow in April (from whence the lyrics of Johnny Mathis’ song that mentioned April snow had come), the trees that lined the main street leading to our subdivision had reddish buds which in a week or so had turned green as well. 

Of late, I have begun to appreciate the wonder of spring, as the white and red tulips in my back yard and the yellow daffodils in my front yard have started to bloom.  I couldn’t help but absorb the beauty of my neighbor’s pink flowers (one of these days, I’m going to ask her the name of these blooms!). 

I thank God that my vision is still good so I can enjoy the beauty of nature that He created.  As the exquisite and colorful flowers display their loveliness, my heart is filled with awe as I behold the wonder of spring.  

As I drive along the man-made lakes near my home, I see the Canadian geese marching in single file with the mother goose leading the way and the baby geese following her.  The mallard ducks floating in the lakes with their alluring blue-green necks, is a lovely sight indeed. 

The wisest of kings declares in Song of Solomon 2:12: “The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.” Ω

Written on 5/13/18 in Chicago, IL. Posted in FB 4/23.

[nikatheotter]

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Trinket tag game

tag game: pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home.

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[undiagnosedautismfeels]

When I was a kid I developed this rule that everything I did that seemed weird to others had to stop as soon as I realized they felt that way or they wouldn't stop bullying me (they didn't anyway) It feels like I lost many things and many special interests because of it, I used to write a lot and I stoped because of this rule 🌷🐢 (Did something like this happen to anyone else?)

Yes, unfortunately that’s a very common autistic experience - Mod Liz