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Hendersons Shooting Star..
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good and bad
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i think every flower in the world deserves a poem.
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wholenessblooming · 17 hours
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Mary Oliver, from “The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac”, Blue Horses
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In the garden. Värmland, Sweden (April 19, 2018).
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this is what being on tumblr feels like
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Checkered White
How better to spend a sunny April day than sampling the nectar from an abundance of woodland wildflowers.
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White Trout Lily
Variable nature transcends the imagination.
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April has a way of wrapping itself around you.
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06/04/23
"[...] completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy."
- Pride & Prejudice (2005)
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hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious
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i need a coffee table book of every image ive ever reblogged
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You should be interviewing roses not people.
Anne Carson, from The Autobiography of Red
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Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.  ~Margaret Elizabeth Sangster  
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Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke 
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