The Four. The One In Front Being The Tallest I Have Ever Seen. Well Over Twenty Feet.

It funny how this human brain of mine struggle to even make a lighthearted collage hardly referencing anything I actually hold sentimental thoughts, morals, or feelings for. Lord help me when it comes time I actually try to attempt and make a more serious collage that represents sorta my beliefs and takes on life.

Claude Monet

Would love to see one like this in person someday

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 12 March 2025

Native to Australia, Acacia dealbata (blue wattle, mimosa, silver wattle) is hardy between -5ºC and 1ºC, it does best in southern and coastal regions of the UK, where winters are milder. Here this fast-growing, evergreen tree, was thriving in a restaurant garden near Deal, Kent, and was covered with almond fragranced, bright yellow flowers and bees. Branches of flowerheads can be used as cut flowers.

Jill Raggett

Couldn’t be more true in my own opinion and throughout the experiences of my own life

There is a certain kind of pain in holding on too tightly—to people, to dreams, to the past. We convince ourselves that if we grip hard enough, we can stop time, prevent endings, rewrite fate. But life was never meant to be held—it was meant to be felt, like the wind slipping through our fingers, like the tide kissing the shore before retreating into the vast unknown. We mourn what leaves, forgetting that not all departures are tragedies. Some things must end so we can begin again. Some loves are only meant to teach us, not stay. And maybe that is the greatest lesson: to love without possession, to dream without demand, to live without fear of the inevitable goodbye. Because in surrender, we find peace. In letting go, we find freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the things meant for us will find their way back home—not because we held on, but because we finally let them breathe on their own.

“Solitude and its silence, was the song that taught me to stand in the storms that others fled, so that I could dance in the rain they only longed for.”

— wordsintheattic

Softness, it seems, is an act of defiance - a quiet revolution.

W.B. Night

— Anna Akhmatova

Totallyyy not something i should try to live by more

“Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.”

— Unknown

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P.D. As a continuation of this post...

This will never cease to erase all worries i have in life if its your hand and mine recreating this