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 Garden is my handmade little corner of the web. Here, I share my notes about gentleness, flowers, interconnection, songbirds, gratitude, and more. If any of this sounds interesting to you, you might enjoy it too. Feel free to walk around here and come back whenever you wish.
· Paying attention to: The raindrops tracing silver lines down the window when it rains.
· Spending time on: Filling with my thoughts the blank pages of my new notebooks.
· Listening to: The easy silence of a resting neighbourhood after a loud holiday season.
· Indulging in: Warm honey cakes with a measure of Earl Gray and Cardamom.
· Visiting: Nowhere but the gentle comfort of my own bed and the warmth of my kitchen.
· Practising: The difficult art of accepting a compliment gracefully, without demur.
· Looking forward to: The new year, and the rose-coloured optimism of new beginnings.
I am Currently...
· Delighting in: The soft aureate glow of candlelight being reflected on porcelain.· Paying attention to: The raindrops tracing silver lines down the window when it rains.
· Spending time on: Filling with my thoughts the blank pages of my new notebooks.
· Listening to: The easy silence of a resting neighbourhood after a loud holiday season.
· Indulging in: Warm honey cakes with a measure of Earl Gray and Cardamom.
· Visiting: Nowhere but the gentle comfort of my own bed and the warmth of my kitchen.
· Practising: The difficult art of accepting a compliment gracefully, without demur.
· Looking forward to: The new year, and the rose-coloured optimism of new beginnings.
Latest Blossom:
Being Made of a Thousand Little Goodbyes🔗 January 16th, 2026
As the years slowly pass and I continue to grow older, each new calendar hung on my wall in January feels a little emptier than the previous. It is not that my days have become more uneventful, life in fact grows everbusier, but that a certain essence of emptiness deepens. Now, with this month half spent, each day has held the absence of that feeling which once imbued the New Year with a curiosity, turning the simple routines of the old age into a kind of newfound sense of determination. Instead, I find myself halfway through the film last year has left behind, and I can not bring myself to finish it. To do so would feel like another farewell, and I am not very fond of those. Yet, I have recently been reminded, in small subtle ways, that we are only prepared for life’s greater, seismic goodbyes through a lifetime of these tiny ones.| ✦ The Garden's Changelog: · 16.01.26: Shared a new blossom entry. · 03.01.26: Subtle changes to the CSS. · 03.01.26: Updated "I am currently". · 22.12.25: Shared a new blossom entry. | ✦ Webrings & Communities: · The Retronaut Webring · Women of the Internet · Aromatic : Old Garden Rose · Rabbit Hearted: Blanc de Hotot |