you run your hand along the water as your love rows you toward the shore

you spoon some honey into your evening cup of tea

you reread a letter received long ago

you follow the river to the sparkling sea

you tie a sky blue ribbon around the base of your sun hat

you sleep in an extra hour and spend the morning with a crossword puzzle

you trace the coastline on a yellowing map and wonder where they got the names for each island and inlet and strait

you help a goose and her goslings safely cross the towpath

you weave a crown of daisies to get lost in your curls

you swim in the sea until it turns from blue to golden as the sun begins to set

on the cluttered and dusty shelves of your grandfather's shed, you find an immaculate model ship inside of a green-glass bottle

you take to the mountains

you befriend the crows nesting in your yard

you put on your welly boots to go splash through the puddles

you walk in the woods and admire the fungi

from across the lake, you watch a pack of wolves stop for a drink before they disappear back into the hills

you clean off the old coin you find on the beach before bringing it to the little museum in town in hopes of identifying its age and origin

you use the spare fabric from a sewing project to stitch up a scarf for your teddy bear

hi all! a note that today's pastoral fantasy will be the last. thank you for enjoying these little images with me for the last six (!) years. there are no plans to delete or wipe this account. links in bio. 🩵

you take one last, long look at your favourite view