#whimsy

[horseimagebarn]

horse foals touching noses as one rears up on its hind legs playfully and the other simply sniffs its friends nose with amusement these foals share a distinct cream palomino coloring and seem to also be of the same age which leads one to wonder if they are perhaps siblings whether or not they share genetic material these young horses are sharing core developmental memories as they learn the intricacies of friendship love and playfulness together in a beautiful green field accented by lush trees and foliage

[leech-mother]

☆.𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

[bubblewuwa]

[adventuresofalgy]

It was a dull, grey, damp, misty sort of mild kind of morning, and a great mass of cloud was hovering above the hills, tickling the tops of the ridges around Algy's home and threatening to descend at any moment… which was not at all what the weather birds had forecast, for they had promised Algy a nice, bright, clear day with plenty of sunshine for a change.

A little disappointed, but scarcely surprised, Algy fluttered over to a low bank covered in a dense carpet of dry leaves, where a clump of hart's tongue ferns grew in a shady corner of his assistants' garden. The fronds seemed somewhat the worse for the winter, but they remained evergreen, and as Algy looked around he could see that other new green shoots and leaves were beginning to emerge with apparent enthusiasm here, there and everywhere.

Admiring the fortitude of the ferns, Algy was suddenly surprised by a gleam of low sunlight which sneaked through the branches of the shrubs behind his back, and as patches of yellow light played around the leaves, a Great Tit in a nearby tree began to sing its repetitive spring "song". Evidently his wee fluffy cousins, as well as the plants, knew that although March was not only scarcely here, but still many weeks away, spring was going to be unusually early this year, and Algy recalled that:

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period – When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay – A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.

[Algy is quoting the popular poem A Light exists in Spring by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]

[ti-ne-li-me]

i love also having a flip phone its so whimsical

real as heck

[ilovelliottsmiths]

buttons buttons buttons !!! 🍎🧸💌

[goodnightmari]

I did not know they were stackable ?????????

[whimsigothwitch]

Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs

[horseimagebarn]

horse whose hooves are stuck individually in different colored buckets the horse seems a bit surprised but unbothered the sign of a well mannered yet perhaps empty minded horse or perhaps this is all a goof of the horses own design

[nemfrog]

Milk bottle store. Cedar St., Spokane, Washington. John Margolies, photographer, 1980.

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[bumblebee-boy]

[leech-mother]

[witchyfemmee]

[adventuresofalgy]

The wind was rushing through the trees again, and although it felt distinctly chilly when it ruffled Algy's feathers, there was something in the air that whispered "spring is coming"… and there was something in the light which agreed. Massive black clouds still obscured the sun much of the time, but when the light did manage to break through it was quite definitely stronger and bolder than it had been of late.

There was no doubt about it: the dark months – those black and gloomy eight weeks surrounding the winter solstice – were over!

But it was Sunday, and despite the invigorating effect of the brighter light, Algy still felt weary and little inclined to exert himself, so he decided that it was time for all good folk and fluffy birds to have a well-earned rest – or perhaps even to take a rest if they had not exactly earned it…

Observing that there was a most inviting carpet of bamboo leaves in a particularly sheltered corner of his assistants' garden, Algy collected a volume of verse from his own personal poetry library and settled down happily beneath the mossy stump of an ancient elder bush. And on the very first page that he opened, Algy read a most apposite poem, for the light had indeed "won a fraction's strength", and the day "put on some moments' length", even though in fact the zodiac was not yet approching the Fishes, never mind the Ram!

How do you know that the pilgrim track Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds Is traced by now to the Fishes’ bounds And into the Ram, when weeks of cloud Have wrapt the sky in a clammy shroud, And never as yet a tinct of spring Has shown in the Earth’s apparelling; O vespering bird, how do you know, How do you know? How do you know, deep underground, Hid in your bed from sight and sound, Without a turn in temperature, With weather life can scarce endure, That light has won a fraction’s strength, And day put on some moments’ length, Whereof in merest rote will come, Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb; O crocus root, how do you know, How do you know?

[Algy is reading the poem The Year's Awakening by the 19th century English writer Thomas Hardy.]

[fruitandflowercrowns]

truly

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