rain, tea and the turning seasons
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When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.
Mary Oliver, from "August" in Devotions
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August page taken from ‘Through the Year with Birds and Poets.’
Poetry compilation by Sarah Williams.
Published 1900 by Boston, Lee and Shepard.
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“The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.”
— Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling
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Winslow Homer (1836 - 1910), "On the Fence" (1878)
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Beatrix Potter outside her home at Hill Top Farm, 1913 (source)
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Two images from the 1901 privately printed version of The Tale of Peter Rabbit. Check out the whole book from the University of Iowa Special Collections here!
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Slad Valley, Gloucestershire - September 2019 Pentax K1000 on Kodak Portra 800
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Little things that feel like spells:
the sound of wind in trees like they're whispering secrets
old keys with no doors to open
puddles that look like portals if you stare long enough
half-finished poems tucked into coat pockets
dusty attics where forgotten memories nap
candlelight flickering like it’s trying to talk
tea leaves swirling like they’re casting fortunes
cloudy days that turn the world into a watercolor
finding feathers in strange places like a bird witch left them behind
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Botanical illustrations taken from ‘Wild Flowers of America’ (Vol 1, No.1).
Published 1894 by G.H. Buek & Co.
Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute Library.
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