Hello, friend!
My name is Florrie. ꒰ 🔉 Flo-hee ꒱ Thank you for being here.
I am an april-born daydreamer, a quiet-talker, and rabbit-hearted girl. I'm an enthusiast of handwritten letters, secret gardens, old music boxes, overgrown cottages, forgotten journals, and all things which can collect and safekeep memories. I currently work as an early-childhood educator, and during my free time I enjoy reading poems, picking flowers, drinking tea, daydreaming, listening to orchestras, and writing about everything that I have learnt.
This is my handmade little corner of the web. Here, I often write notes about the natural world, gentleness, interconnection, optimism, astonishment, and more. If any of this sounds interesting to you, you might enjoy it too. Feel free to explore and come back whenever you wish. I hope you also consider adding the website to your bookmarks, so you may return and read the new little blossoms that will be shared in the future. Make yourself at home.
✦ Paying attention to: How the catmints that outlasted summer now bend to the sunlight.
✦ Spending time on: Making little trinkets and decorative objects out of air-dry clay.
✦ Listening to: The low-humming of the wind moving through the tall pine trees outside.
✦ Indulging in: Cherry Clafouti with vanilla extract, almond extract, and blanched almonds.
✦ Visiting: The new neighbourhood bakery, owned by a lady that smells of burnt sugar.
✦ Practising: The difficult art of stillness, even when things are rushing around me.
✦ Looking forward to: The first rain of autumn and that deep scent of wet earth.
Published on 10.08.2025 · Reading Time: ≈ 05 minutes · Write me Back ✉️
I leave the house every day at a quarter to seven. As I step through the door, the cold morning air settles on my skin. I pause to pet the cat behind her ears as she observes the early movement from atop the garden wall. Crossing the gate, my body is met by a lovely combination of aromas: turned earth from the garden down the street, the soft freshness of dew-covered grass, and the warm french bread drifting from the bakery. Since the city removed our neighbourhood's only bus line last year, we all now face a fifteen-minute walk towards the city centre to catch the closest service. Now, I know the precise hollow sound my boots make on the loose flagstone by the blue hydrangea, and the names of the birds calling from the trees above. So, I’ve grown to cherish my morning walks. ꒰ Continue Reading (...) ꒱
My name is Florrie. ꒰ 🔉 Flo-hee ꒱ Thank you for being here.
I am an april-born daydreamer, a quiet-talker, and rabbit-hearted girl. I'm an enthusiast of handwritten letters, secret gardens, old music boxes, overgrown cottages, forgotten journals, and all things which can collect and safekeep memories. I currently work as an early-childhood educator, and during my free time I enjoy reading poems, picking flowers, drinking tea, daydreaming, listening to orchestras, and writing about everything that I have learnt.
This is my handmade little corner of the web. Here, I often write notes about the natural world, gentleness, interconnection, optimism, astonishment, and more. If any of this sounds interesting to you, you might enjoy it too. Feel free to explore and come back whenever you wish. I hope you also consider adding the website to your bookmarks, so you may return and read the new little blossoms that will be shared in the future. Make yourself at home.
I am Currently...
✦ Delighting in: The promise of a new book whose spine has not yet been cracked.✦ Paying attention to: How the catmints that outlasted summer now bend to the sunlight.
✦ Spending time on: Making little trinkets and decorative objects out of air-dry clay.
✦ Listening to: The low-humming of the wind moving through the tall pine trees outside.
✦ Indulging in: Cherry Clafouti with vanilla extract, almond extract, and blanched almonds.
✦ Visiting: The new neighbourhood bakery, owned by a lady that smells of burnt sugar.
✦ Practising: The difficult art of stillness, even when things are rushing around me.
✦ Looking forward to: The first rain of autumn and that deep scent of wet earth.
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✦ Walking the Unspoken Path of Community:Published on 10.08.2025 · Reading Time: ≈ 05 minutes · Write me Back ✉️
I leave the house every day at a quarter to seven. As I step through the door, the cold morning air settles on my skin. I pause to pet the cat behind her ears as she observes the early movement from atop the garden wall. Crossing the gate, my body is met by a lovely combination of aromas: turned earth from the garden down the street, the soft freshness of dew-covered grass, and the warm french bread drifting from the bakery. Since the city removed our neighbourhood's only bus line last year, we all now face a fifteen-minute walk towards the city centre to catch the closest service. Now, I know the precise hollow sound my boots make on the loose flagstone by the blue hydrangea, and the names of the birds calling from the trees above. So, I’ve grown to cherish my morning walks. ꒰ Continue Reading (...) ꒱
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