gnostic-forest:

sunflower-mama:

You shall sit on a cushion of velvety moss,
Embroidered with sunbeams across and across,
And a grasshopper chorus will make you good cheer,
Or charm you with delicate lullabies, dear.
I will tap at your window some moon silvered night,
And when you lean through the jessamine light,
My fairy-swift wings I will softly unfurl,
And bear you away to my palace of pearl.
~~~
Photo credits to Joe from once upon a long time ago. My soul lives at Breitenbush eternally.

I’ll never get over how beautiful you are. 
whyyte:


oliviamcfall:

blanche—noire:

blanche—noire


imagine living here