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🌾Einkorn sourdough boule🌾

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From The Fairy Green by Rose Fyleman, 1919

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instead of being human can I be a kind forest spirit who just fulfills wanderers wishes

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underrated autumn things:

dew and light frost on the ground in the early mornings

the excitement of going back for a new school year or term

pulling out thicker blankets for the bed or sofa

the perfect weather where you can easily enjoy a hot or iced seasonal beverage without overheating or freezing

red brick houses surrounded by maple trees

not-as-popular but just-as-lovely fall scents/flavors like oatmeal raisin, marshmallow, strudel, buttercream, toffee

acorns on the ground and little woodland creatures scurrying everywhere

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beautifully written ~ Welcome to September~

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okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve still got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable & sleep has made you forget all your worries and responsibilities and u go back to sleep feeling as content as ever

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the end of the summer:

yesterday I went mulberry picking for the first time in years. I felt like a child again- tiny against the ancient, high limbs of my stolid tree, reaching upwards, on tippy-toes, grasping at the leaves with my mouth falling open in effort like an impetuous birthday girl, spoiled and eager and demanding. a familiar wild, satisfied glee of old filled me with a subconscious glow as I picked the first berry- it came easily into my palm (that is how you know they are ripe; taken without reluctance) and left my fingers a slick dark red. before, I would run inside and fall into my mother’s arms in the pretence of bearing some great battle wound, or, with a smeared halo of stains about my mouth and neck, turn an odd sort of vampire in my white stained dress and sunlit hair. now, I am alone, and I just stand, with glazed eyes and a faint knowledge in the air that the ghost of a girl from summers ago is dancing about my feet.

and suddenly I couldn’t reach any more mulberries with my toes in the grass- so I climbed. I forgot to put on shoes, so my bare skin ached against the rough bark, that familiar tension as I pulled myself into the tree. I crouched like some pixie or fairy, half-hidden from the world amidst the branches, half-unwittingly plucking the fruit from about my head in the dazed, flushed manner of someone carrying out a ritual they knew by heart. the berries were dark and sultry and sweet, like faery fruit that spoke directly to my blood and conducted my limbs in a half-mad dance that cried ‘more, more’, stretching further, tasting more, wrapping myself up in a feverish desire, along the branch towards the fence, steadying myself now with twigs, trembling underneath me- not remembering that I am not the child of summers ago-

but I did not fall, in the end. I climbed down, and stood in the dirt, and looked up- and seemed, quite strangely, to wake up from some restless dream. I watched the ghost child with her bright, painted face, still high in the embrace of the branches, and felt the world sigh around me.

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These early summer nights are so surreal, it’s almost like winter never existed. I can hear faint sounds of parties in the nearby houses, the breeze still soft when I walk home. The air smells like my grandmother’s garden and the promise of a nice meal in her kitchen before I go to bed, cool sheets by the window. I pet the neighbour’s cat passing by, he seems to appreciate this warmth as much as I do. As I reach my own home, I feel like it truly is my home. The soft glow from the window makes my tiny little living room feel like the one I grew up in. The lights are all off, but it never gets dark in June.

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She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.

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taking a bite out of warm, freshly baked bread? thats what love is

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Butter & Olive

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i really just want a little cottage with my girlfriend where we grow flowers and practice crystal magic and have a friendly pet cow

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A sunshower or sun shower is a meteorological phenomenon in which rain falls while the sun is shining. A sunshower is usually the result of accompanying winds associated with a rain storm sometimes miles away, blowing the airborne raindrops into an area where there are no clouds. Hence, a sunshower. Sometimes a sunshower is created when a single rain cloud passes overhead, and the Sun’s angle keeps the sunlight from being obstructed by overhead clouds. (Source)

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I’m content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. I’m at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. I’m satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. I’m contented by the little pieces of time in living.

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I want a golden retriever so much :(((

what a cute dog