#spring is coming

[bymossypine]

💐🐇 Spring is coming

[miss-what-a-d0ll]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🧚🏻₊˚ʚ🌿₊˚☀️

[bluesummerknight]

Yes it’s 2025, no I don’t really know the lore. But I remember in the dsmp prime always really admiring the talent and creativity of the community. I suppose I’ve been feeling nostalgic.

[asknicorobean]

Heheh~

[famousfishathletecookie]

Spring is coming…

[enokithemushroom]

Spring is Coming soon isn't it?

I finally got to play Snufkin: Melody of MoominVally, made me actually cry! please enjoy this art piece!

[hystericwaif]

spring is coming with a strawberry in the mouth ♡

[passionatepictures-2021]

Spring is coming!!! 😁

[noco3n-com]

Cosmos in a dream.

[miss-what-a-d0ll]

𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

[iloveimmunitybyclairo]

march is ending so snufkin is heading to the moominvalley in this exact moment and that thought makes me smile

[positivelypresent]

I hope spring brings you all of this and more!

[dutchdude]

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was feeling a wee bit unstable and agitated… and so were the local birds, for there was much twittering and excitement in the bushes and trees. Even though it was really not the slightest bit warm, there was a definite change in the air, and a new brighter, stronger light that heralded spring…

In the past couple of days Algy's wee feathered friends around the garden had all begun to chirrup and sing, each according to their manner, and he was especially thrilled to hear the characteristic tones of the song thrush rising above the rest. It was a sound he awaited eagerly in the early months of every year, and greeted with glee.

Although it was still breezy, it was nothing like as windy as it had been during the past week, so Algy decided to take a wee rest, so that he could listen attentively to all his bird friends. Finding himself a comfortable couch on the soft branches of a small stand of cypress, Algy leaned back and relaxed, rocking to and fro gently in the much-reduced wind, listening, and thinking:

Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign, At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow. Thus in bleak Poverty's dominion drear, Sits meek Content with light, unanxious heart; Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part, Nor asks if they bring ought to hope or fear. I thank thee, Author of this opening day! Thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies! Riches denied, thy boon was purer joys - What wealth could never give nor take away! But come, thou child of poverty and care, The mite high heav'n bestow'd, that mite with thee I'll share.

[Algy is thinking of the poem Sonnet on Hearing a Thrush Sing by the 18th century Scottish poet Robert Burns.]

[oldfarmhouse]

🌻💛✨🗿𓍯Spring is in in the air

#between the seasons

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[chloekphotography]

One more snowdrop shot. 🤍