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Would love to see one like this in person someday

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 12 March 2025

Native to Australia, Acacia dealbata (blue wattle, mimosa, silver wattle) is hardy between -5ºC and 1ºC, it does best in southern and coastal regions of the UK, where winters are milder. Here this fast-growing, evergreen tree, was thriving in a restaurant garden near Deal, Kent, and was covered with almond fragranced, bright yellow flowers and bees. Branches of flowerheads can be used as cut flowers.

Jill Raggett

"Once the ground of mind is clarified, there is no obstruction at all." - Yuanwu Keqin (1063-1135)

“You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.”

— Unknown

Well I’m speechless lol

The Rabbit’s Leap

Timid, shaking, eyes dart wide, The rabbit trembles, seeks to hide. Afraid of true rejection’s sting, The kind that leaves you frozen, clinging.

Yet trembling, it steps ahead, Though looking back, its heart is dread. The forest, dark, once felt so near, Now whispers endless paths of fear.

What if this journey leads to none? What if freedom leaves it undone? Chains of wounds still fresh, still raw, The rabbit bleeds, its breath in awe.

Each step forward, growth and pain, Each step back feels cursed again. Its white fur stains with every fall, It hates itself, yet braves it all.

With a fox’s drive and deepened breath, It shakes off nature’s quiet death. The rabbit dares to break its mold, Embrace the new, though weak and cold.

It finds the sun, its warm embrace, And faces nights alone in space. Some would call it prey by name, But not all see it quite the same.

For even sitting still’s a choice, The rabbit runs to find its voice. Time waits for none; it knows this best, Wonderland is a self-made quest.

With wounds still healing, soul still worn, The rabbit hops through paths forlorn. Softly, it speaks of rewards unknown, And lets the past stay overthrown.

Each day’s an adventure, bold and bright, Even for a rabbit afraid of the night. Though fear still lingers after the fall, The rabbit moves, despite it all.

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Plant of the Day

Saturday 8 March 2025

Outside a greengrocers shop in Deal, Kent, were these colourful pots of Anemone coronaria (garden anemone, poppy windflower, St Brigid's anemone). There was a great range of bright shallowly cup-shaped flowers in red, violet-blue and white which were all attracting the local bees.

Jill Raggett

Taking notes📝

home library so I never have to leave the house 📚

Forest Scene (1870) by Thomas Moran

Daydreams of being in places as these with you, respectively and endearingly am working towards finding a way to make these dreams come true

by lind4893

Where my soul, mind, and heart live in ungrateful complacency. The storms and strangers that have stayed with, taken refuge, and looked to it for guidance. It seems to continue to bear it all so far. The eroded exposed stone, walls and wooden ceilings repaired year after year. Paint washed or chipped, but always remaining a lighthouse for all. The light is small inside though. Even when that little light goes out, it only is relit by graciousness of inner strength, or more often through the words/actions of those who have enough light burning within them to share.

May I learn to not be just a lighthouse keeper, guider, or shelter. May I forever grow to be a compassionate ever learning student of the world, of others who share this same light

lighthouse study. started in sketchbook and finished in procreate