wildflowerprint

Lake Hawea, Wanaka, New Zealand

Then as I looked further, I saw that the beauty and the madness, the softness that spoke to me, the way I fell into those daydreams, over and over, those were some of what made it all so very precious to me //

I must have flowers, always, and always. ― Claude Monet

As the light fades // [2]

As the light fades // [1]

I'd like to have a picnic near these wildflowers, in a meadow under a shady tree. Some croissants, homemade lemonade and good company //

Promises //

Sweetness // Melancholy [2]

Sweetness // Melancholy [1]

So time flows on, as it always does. The days become longer, and i feel a softness beginning to grow somewhere deep inside me //

Solace //

All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. — Edgar Allan Poe

I live in quiet and constant expectation for more and more beauty to show itself, and it does //

The Wintergardens Auckland, New Zealand

Can we speak in flowers. It will be easier for me to understand. ― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

My grandfather's glasshouse, forever a sanctuary made for daydreaming //

Let’s go mushrooming //