And into the forest I go
to lose my mind
and find my soul.
- John Muir
Because I am spiteful, I created a chart.
These are cute little crochet cottage bees handmade by yours truly😉 Search me up on Instagram & Etsy: Wip by Tassja
From top left to bottom right: Peach, Original, Avocado Light Strawberry, Café, Dark Strawberry
Canopy & Stars
Cottagecore girlfriend feeding each duck at the lake, saying, "duck, duck, duck," until she's finished and kisses you on the nose, "goose!"
Porcelain Fungus Oudemansiella mucida
warm coffee is so nice
Always excited to read a book by Mary Beard
The book is SPQR - A History of Ancient Rome by Mary Beard
~ lulumoonowlbooks on ig
Found this apron for $1 thrifting. I'm trying to decide what kind of fabric I should use to make pockets for it. This gal needs pockets 😚
We went foraging today so here are some posts from the woods and some lil cuties we found 🍄✨🪵
🧺ᜊ᛫ ᤲ ✦🍄✿ೃ🌱 • by. be
(Excuse my broken English. It is not my mother tongue. I hope despite that you can read this well.)
This place I want to be; this place that my heart aches and yearns for: A township not too big, not too small, somewhere that embraces all 4 seasons equally.
With Springtime farms and meadows, where streams trickle and fields are topped with small lavender flower visited by flittering butterflies. Cows and goats sing their songs as I walk down spring time paths. Village homes surrounded with flowers galore. Gardens giving birth to blooms and new born animals making appearances from the ends of woodlands. In the woodlands mosses start their migration of woods and rocks, new birds sing and baby rabbits and deer dart about unthreatened. New shops open up in the villages, making exploring wandering streets all the more fun and adventurous.
With Summertime beaches with azure clean waves and sun bleached beaches, where dolphins sing and dance and majestic ships cross the waves escorting adventures to find lost treasures. Forests hued in emerald, rivers and lakes spraying cold waters to restore summer exhaustion. Summer bird songs echoing over the trees while bands of amber sunlight streak across the forest air. Picnics on green hills and valleys. Street and plazas hum with the sound of marketeers. Where there are oceans of sunflower fields. Nights are filled with endless parties and fun for all.
With Autumn for when the world goes from Greens to Golds. Golden fields of wheat lowered to reveal a harvest of bounty. Village bakery smells fill the streets along with a distinct earthen smell. Garlands and wreaths of cones decorate every window and door with autumn hues. Where gourds with faces watch you closely as you go. People huddling together under warmer cloaks. Harvests festivals abound. Crows caw the season's songs and shops all smell sweet with various warm drinks and confectionaries. Hearths of all sizes glow and crackle to keep the autumn chill off.
With Wintertime when the earth is covered in is white blanket. People huddle even closer now in sheepskin and furs. Candles and lights of many colors attempt to illuminate the world. Fireplaces and hearts glow bright. Streets and homes are festive in foods and decorations. Where people gather close and feast of warm drinks of teas and brews and bellies are filled with soups and stews. Forests now are a dark and rather barren and still. Colored only by daylight sun and cardinals, yet despite it all they are still a welcome walk. And above it all a glorious mountain covered in white and dotted with fir green forests. A monument of earthly and divine legends and lore. the treasures we collected over he years becomes gifts for family and friends. Even total strangers.
If nothing else, a place where people are friendly, caring, helpful, joyful in life. A world where smiles abound and laughter and shared knowledge fill the are. Where one can swim in and ocean of human kindness. A place no one goes without. A place where Forests, Fields , Beaches, Gorges, Rivers, Gardens and Valleys abound and last forever, unhampered by fences and borderlines. A place ride ride, walk and travel endlessly.
Gods help me, its a place I think of and dream about every seconds of the day. I have drempt and envisioned it so much I can pick out the smallest details. I can point out every flower, every cloud, every raindrop off a roof. Every leaf, nail and paving stone. Its a world I want to build and make so real. So much, so badly it hurts inside.
Please gods, help me. Help me make its real. If not for me, then for others. Or, if nothing else, then take me to this place.
In today's edition of "Tumblr is full of normal and well-adjusted people"
Why the hatred for farmers? Where do people like this get their food? Do they photosynthesize?
Cottagecore HomeScreen Idea <33
(I wouldn’t mind copying!)
(No reposts please)
🌱🥑:: Made by Kaisukiwoke
wip of bettina's apiary 🐝🌷🌼💐