When was the last time you watched the leaves float down, listened to the wild-bird's song, smelt the Eucalyptus in the wind & felt the sun on your skin to then look around and muse to yourself "Geez I'm in the middle of nowhere alone. I sure do hope no serial killers are taking a stroll today...". 🌼🍃
New Zealand has an amazing range of breathtaking scenery, from subtropical forests, beaches and offshore islands in the north to glaciers, lakes, snow-covered mountains, and large flat plains in the south. There are also fjords, volcanoes, hot springs and beautiful rolling green pastures, a diversity like no other place on earth.
📷 courtesy of @philngyn
The only garden planning I’ve done so far is knowing that I’m planning more pollinator plants 😂
Remember when we raised these? 😍✨ i remember watching a mama monarch lay her last eggs and knew I had to save them because there wasn’t enough milkweed even though I didn’t have any idea what I was doing. (if there are too many caterpillars and not enough milkweed they will eat each other). We ended up raising over 50 and it was incredible to see. My friends @houseofhurleys and @thehermitandco raise them too and it’s still warm where they live so if you follow them you’re likely to see one pop up in their stories every now and then ♥️
Hello beautiful world🙌
"They may say my world is small,
but they have not really looked at me
by the way I could be looked at.
I can be the whole world within you.
I can be the moon, the sun, the stars for you. ❇
They may say my world is small.
How small can their world be?"
I want you to know one thing
You know how this is:
If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,
If I touch near the fire, the impalpable ash of the wrinkled body of the log,
Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light metals, where little boat that sails toward those isles of yours that wait for me
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me,
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
Remember that in that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my root will set off to seek another land.
But if each day, each hour,
You feel that you're destined for me with implacable sweetness,
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
Ah my love, ah my own,
In me all that fire is repeated,
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
My love feeds in your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine .
(If you forget me by Pablo Neruda)