40 Spring Icons
Apr. 25th, 2024 10:26 am30 still icons
10 animated icons
Enjoy!
I've had a request for some vintage Care Bear Icons and I'll be posting them later this week. :)
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10 animated icons
Enjoy!
I've had a request for some vintage Care Bear Icons and I'll be posting them later this week. :)





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9 Horse Icons
Mar. 19th, 2024 07:15 amThis is the first time I'm posting this kind of animated icon!
I wanted some galloping and walking horse icons and figured out how to make them.
Enjoy! :)
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casey28
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I wanted some galloping and walking horse icons and figured out how to make them.
Enjoy! :)









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Poinsettias in February
Feb. 7th, 2024 04:55 amEvery Christmas I buy poinsettias and keep them after the holidays are over. Last year I didn't have much luck because they only lasted a couple of weeks. But this year, I've only lost one so far. I have three minis and 3 medium size ones. I took these pics a few days ago, so here's how they look in early February. Some of the leaves are a little funky so I pruned them but otherwise they're doing great! :)




Mini Poem - Battle, Battle
Dec. 31st, 2023 07:24 pmI don't know where the idea for this one came from. Sometimes it feels like a poem writes itself, and I just sit back and watch.
Battle, Battle
Battle, battle, dipped in red,
sew your seams in bloody thread,
skin will shrink on withered hands,
soon to reach the dying lands.
Battle, battle, dipped in brown,
break the stars and bring them down,
crumbled legs are broken clay,
earth will swallow up its prey.
Battle, battle, dipped in black,
take your wails of anguish back.
silence soon the bitter foe,
bury them before you go.
poem by me
Battle, Battle
Battle, battle, dipped in red,
sew your seams in bloody thread,
skin will shrink on withered hands,
soon to reach the dying lands.
Battle, battle, dipped in brown,
break the stars and bring them down,
crumbled legs are broken clay,
earth will swallow up its prey.
Battle, battle, dipped in black,
take your wails of anguish back.
silence soon the bitter foe,
bury them before you go.
poem by me
Mini Poem - Autumn Again
Dec. 8th, 2023 04:15 pmI love Winter, but imagine what it would be like if Autumn decided to return..
Autumn Again
I sent away the Winter hand
that sparkles with its frost,
And sang instead an Autumn tune
to every leaf that's lost.
I painted back the golds and reds,
the sleepy pumpkins wake,
I walk the path of golden dreams
where Autumn always waits.
poem by me
Autumn Again
I sent away the Winter hand
that sparkles with its frost,
And sang instead an Autumn tune
to every leaf that's lost.
I painted back the golds and reds,
the sleepy pumpkins wake,
I walk the path of golden dreams
where Autumn always waits.
poem by me
Happy Halloween
Oct. 31st, 2023 11:30 pmWishing everyone a very Happy Halloween. :)
Here's some of my Halloween decorations.
Look at these cute crow witches, front and back!
More under the cut...


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Here's some of my Halloween decorations.
Look at these cute crow witches, front and back!
More under the cut...


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Halloween Drabble
Oct. 31st, 2023 07:26 pmShawl wrapped around her slim shoulders, the girl shivers as she feels the pull of night. Branches creak and moan around her like a ghostly granny’s withered limbs.
She longs to enter the deep woods, to have the crisp edge of abandon fill her soul. To hear the great Mystery whisper in the air, as wind spreads its magic to the trees.
Mother moon shines like an opal as her milky sheen glides toward earth, bathing the girl in its shimmer. The girl sings to the shadows and the world stills to listen. Creepy things bend near, their eyes hollow with tears. No light reflects the grief they buried long ago. The dead linger, peering through the lacey cobwebs of a thinning world.
drabble by me
She longs to enter the deep woods, to have the crisp edge of abandon fill her soul. To hear the great Mystery whisper in the air, as wind spreads its magic to the trees.
Mother moon shines like an opal as her milky sheen glides toward earth, bathing the girl in its shimmer. The girl sings to the shadows and the world stills to listen. Creepy things bend near, their eyes hollow with tears. No light reflects the grief they buried long ago. The dead linger, peering through the lacey cobwebs of a thinning world.
drabble by me