If You’re Pining You Need To Stop And Pick A Different Tree. You Know, Spruce It Up A Little

I made some little fairies out of pressed flowers 🌷

Dandelion crowns are such a nostalgic ware for so many folks! Remember to pick in later in the season once their pollen has already had its first picks for the bees!  

“Garden of Eden” by | Martin Podt

The Hague, South Holland, Netherlands

A kindly looking fey approaches you.

"I'm not going to pretend you're as foolish as someone else would say you look. Though it appears you are in need of assistance. There are several things I am willing to take in exchange for helping you. So, before we get started,

It is your choice, of course."

City of Ankon by Jan Ditlev

tired of science and love being poised as opposites or science being painted as cold/unfeeling there is literally nothing more loving than wanting to understand something

Michelle Morin

It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.