#to everything there is a season

[briaberri]

El, la introvert for all season. Summer days will wane away, shadows growing long and deep. Soft leaves traded for soft quilts. Cling to the love that is sunlight, the promise that is rain, the darkness that is rest.

Waking with the land is so beautiful.

[uovoc]

Winter: the season for indoor activities, e.g. drawing, reading

Spring: birding

Summer: hiking and EATING FRUIT

Late summer: desperately hiking and EATING FRUIT

Fall: last-ditch hiking, birding

Winter: the cycle begins anew

[vetteldixon]

spring 🌸! from above 🏙️…

and below 🥺

[mymidwestheart]

Work, relationships, hobbies, life…

[tinyshe]

Garden Report 23.06.17

and now back to your regularly scheduled fog ...

But before we go, I want to share a little of yesterday when the sun was shining:

the last couple of days we had a bit of Summer. In the blue hours you could hear the tide turning: rolling over and over, turning briefly like a restless sleeper in its seasonal bed. Its velvety darkness fills the skies; not the usual rancid yellowing smog-fog that dampens down the light polluted nights. 

Morning thoughts: The swifts have been so numerous this year! Where are they nesting in the urban decay that surrounds us? I want to know where they live, where there is new life. I sit on the front stoop in the dark hours straining to hear them above the chaos of the drug induced fights, breaking bottles and the constant whirling of wheels on the thoroughfares. I want to fly away with them high above it all.

Midday thoughts: The noontide church bells were chiming and there I sat in the middle of My Mess, my overgrown garden that Nature has snatched back while I was away. I was trying to make peace with my mind and my body about the situation and take in some rare opportunities of gentle rays of glorious sun. So I was sitting there on a camp chair, trying to focus on my rosary to settle the bickering brain but was not succeeding.  Had my prayer book out (its Friday!) and I just couldn’t get but one sentence off the page. I just closed my eyes and gave a silent little pleading prayer. I opened my eyes, and found myself sitting in the middle of My Blessed Mess: bumble bees, honey bees, ladybirds, damselflies, swallowtails, and other little bugs so happy to have all this little haven. There were flocks of little birds singing and chirping in the tangled mess of vines and brush, so joyful in having this little respite from the city. Some came quizzically close, eyeing me as to what useful matter I could be. Flowers that I had planted and flowers that just were, face to the sun, dancing in the breeze, beautiful haphazard, living bouquets, punctuating the air with perfume --  there for the eyes to feast upon (as well as the bugs). There was so much in that little plot of garden, a whole habitat seen and unseen, that existed just for the Love of it all! Attitude adjustment achieved. Thank you Jesus!

Evening thoughts: as the stars come out one by one, I play the blessing and prayer game: for every new star that appears, I give thanks for the blessings I have received and send a prayer out for someone else until the stars fill the sky and I have fallen asleep saying ‘thank you Jesus ...’

[seven-saffodils]

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[dearestgentlereaders]

and he wonders why his wife would question whether he was ever punished as a child as if he isn’t the most dramatic bitch around

[pinkravat-art]

"breakfast" a tma s5 animation thing

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dawg can't even fry me an egg in this eyeconomy

[VD: A Magnus Archives animation done in orange and teal titled "Pusryčiai" (meaning: "breakfast"). Mellow music plays as Martin cracks two eggs into a frying pan. He turns away to throw the shells while the pan sizzles, and when he returns with a spatula, a "boom" sound effect plays as Martin recoils with comic disgust.

The egg yolks have been replaced by human eyeballs. Martin stares at them for a moment. He then pokes at the egg with the spatula, producing a squelching sound, and one of the eyes blinks with another gross wet sound. Martin goes from disgusted to comically sad and disappointed, and he fades away before the setting does. The video ends on the words "darė Skaistė" (meaning: made by Skaistė) and a quick shot of an eyeball. End VD]

ty @princess-of-purple-prose for the description, i edited it a bit too.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[star-dragon-art]

where the villain arc really started

[hansoeii]

you'll make it back.

[ato-dato]

American 60s female presenting you say????? Well don’t mind if I do!!!!!

[the-bluespirit]

THE CAST OF EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE wins Cast in a Motion Picture at the 2023 Screen Actors Guild Awards

[mintaii]

redrew an arcane piece i did back in 2022

[subwhizz]

Cuddling night 🌙 💤

The Starved-touch idiots

And macaque being homeless for another season. What are the oods.

[lokittystuckinatree]

I am simultaneously deliriously in love with the ending of Loki season 2 and absolutely loathe it

On one hand…Shakespearean tragedy at its finest, essentially circling back to Loki’s original Thor 2011 character arc by reversing it, and Loki has literally ascended to godhood. In the end, Loki’s ultimate selfless sacrifice was to sit upon the highest throne in the multiverse, and that to me is tragically ironically beautiful

On the other hand…Loki being alone makes me want to burn Marvel studios to the ground and do other unspeakable things

Best and worst ending of all time f u Eric Martin