when i was little my mother called one of our outdoor cats “just a garden variety longhair” and i was 100% convinced that meant he was literally from the garden. a nymph. one with the soil. sprang up from the ground. it did not help that i thought “guardian angel” was “garden angel.” he was my garden angel. that cat was friends with the carrots and watched over the ladybugs and you could not have convinced me otherwise.
Colors Of The Wind from Pocahontas on a Harp w/ Maple 🐶 “Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?”
this is so peaceful i almost forgot that i’m dead inside
there are so many layers to why this vine is immaculate. the slight blur of maple in the background. the halo effect on her fur. the warm autumn lighting. there are no flaws to this and i could watch it forever
ugh 