It’s that time of year where no matter where I go, I find myself driving home with small gardens in my car

Lithophragma parviflorum - small-flowered woodland star, also called fringecup. The flowers bloom in early spring and quickly disappear. Happy to have seen it :)

trying to see something real quick! please rb for visibility and sample size

Anyone wanna read a 500 year old Welsh poem about Pussy?

Mary Oliver, photographed by her partner Molly Malone Cook. “Helping the traveler, 1965”

Entry from Molly’s diary.

Both can be found in Our World.

Lithophragma parviflorum - small-flowered woodland star, also called fringecup. The flowers bloom in early spring and quickly disappear. Happy to have seen it :)

“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)

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me, wondering why my legs are still sore two days after a three hour hike

my camera roll:

me: mmmm guess we’ll never know

today on neat hozier retweets: disappearing birds!