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Wonderful World of Wednesday

“A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue-- An April day in the morning.”

~ Harriet Prescott Spofford ~







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Whether you are enjoying the cherry blossoms or cursing the never-ending winter, I hope that these April showers are relaxing and bring you beautiful flowers (or words/art.)
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**Warning** Some fast pace transitions between fandoms.



May all the surprises that show up at your door, be full of wonder that you can enjoy.

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thatwasjustadream.dreamwidth.org
Apr. 4th, 2018 09:10 pm (UTC)
What a beautiful poem! And that picture - I love pink flowering trees, they're the best. Purple and white are pretty as well, but...that pink is like literal eye candy, lol.

We keep ping ponging between slush and warmth, slush and warmth. About once a year a family member and I wonder out loud to each other why anyone ever moved north of a certain latitude - and why they heck they chose to stay here once they did! But spring will settle in soon. It will.
fairyniamh
Apr. 5th, 2018 07:37 pm (UTC)
:) I am glad you enjoy it. I thought the picture was the perfect combination of beautiful and creepy. The flowering trees an tombstones.

The weather is making so many people miserable. I look forward to seeing it settle.
agdhani
Apr. 18th, 2018 04:41 pm (UTC)
I played with several prompts at once so...here's a snippet for this one:
(World is Legion...David Haller...but no spoilers involved since I'm only playing in his head. No warnings necessary)

“Hey…”

There were still in a graveyard when she dared to crack open her lids after the thundering of her heart had slowed and her breathing came easy once again. Instead of that darkness that had housed something blacker than night, or the firefly bespeckled crimson that had followed, the damp, clean air shimmered with the pink of long-limbed cherry blossoms, the emerald of perfectly manicured lawn and hedges, and well-kept white marbled stones that extended down both sides of the wet path glistening with after shower dew. No names, no indicator of who was buried here, but with the sound of his voice, welcoming though slightly unsure and embarrassed, erased the need to know. Everything else faded away as it was absorbed by the blue of his eyes.
fairyniamh
Apr. 18th, 2018 08:37 pm (UTC)
:) Very nice.
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