Stardustandmoonflowers - Untitled

These Flowers Remember You

These flowers, they remember you.

They miss you and your gentle touch,

The yellows, reds and bonny blues.

How do I know they tell as much?

Though, as from fairy gardens snuck,

They're silk and bought with only cents.

They tell me as I pull and pluck;

Their buds make otherworldly scents.

Spring sunshine on the mountains this morning! <3

My new piano <3

This was a particularly pretty cloud formation during the storm yesterday. Looks like an angel wing! <3

This cloud started as a small cute puffy white cloud yesterday.

Three seagulls.

Flags in the breeze.

The Green Tapestry

I'm just drifting off to sleep and it hits me again, as it does regularly every few weeks and months, like a heartbeat. I'm a girl, trapped serenely in a trance of stillness, staring at a tapestry of green hanging on the wall. The overhead lights illuminate all the textures and details both day and night and they are always lovely to stare at and inspect. The tapestry is beautifully textured like a rug. To the right, there is a miniature ornamental garden on a raised bed with a stream of water that continually flows through it to feed all the little plants and shrubs on either side. It's quiet and peaceful so I really feel like just going back to absorbing all the entrancing details of the green rug-tapestry hanging on the wall...so I do. 😴😴😴

Seedling hot pepper plants, deceptively innocent looking :)