username | christina.
name | shayla
gender | female
βoh, spring!
how i have waited
for this dear moment,
where the daffodils may
sprout from the ground
and the bumblebees
buzz with glee
and the birds chatter
amongst themselves;
where new life blooms
in more than just
dainty flower petals
and the twittering
of sparrows.
oh spring,
how i have missed
you warm hugs and
honeysuckle perfume!
please stay a little
longer this time
my darling.β
- a poem by me
my favorite part of spring is... word count: 210
shayla has always had a deep love for springtime. she loves the sickly sweet scent of honeysuckle as she strolls through her backyard, and the faint buzzing of bumblebees as they search for a fresh flower. she longs for the feeling of soft violets brushing against her ears as she lays back and gazes at the trees, her ears filled with the glorious sounds of baby birds chirping as their mother hangs a worm in front of them, and the rustling of the leaves as the squirrels chase each other. in the wintertime, she dreams about the sunshine sneaking through her cracked window and filling her room with liquid gold.
but her favorite part of springtime is that sheβs able to start gardening again! sheβs never had a thumb so green that she could plant seeds straight into the ground, but transferring tiger lilies and sweet basil seedlings to her garden still counts, right? she loves her plants dearly, each and every one of them. she sings lullabies and talks about her day as she waters them, or when sheβs adding compost to her garden, or when sheβs simply walking by to check the mail. her plants are her friends, you see, so she has to treat them as such!
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springtime adventures... word count: 336
itβs just a wonderful mid-april morning. the air is warm and thereβs only a slight breeze, and the birds are singing in the trees, andβthe flowers, of course! shayla holds a wooven basket in her mouth as she sprints down the hill, only to jerk to a stop once she catches sight of a blooming tiger lily. the basket falls into the grass, and her freshly plucked flowers spill all over the place, but sheβs too focused on the lily to even care about that right now!
she nearly trips over her paws as she makes her way over to the little bud. itβs still mostly green and shyly hidden away, but thereβs a small petal drooping to the side, and as shayla looks a little closer, she can see the soft peachy pinks on the inside, and the freckled tips of the soon-to-be flower petals. she cautiously reaches out to touch it, because sheβs never actually seen a tiger lily before besides the ones they sell in the village and the pictures in her science textbook, but thatβs all. this is a real tiger lily, a real one!
it feels like time is slowed down and sheβs frozen in this one momentβher paws inching toward the shy little lily and her eyes wider than the moon as the world spins around her and the flower seems to be a dream, dazzling and forever out of reach. she takes a deep breath and holds it in so her paws will stop shaking, and with a determination sheβs never felt before, reaches out and squeezes the flower bud. itβs a gentle touch, and the bud is surprisingly soft, but then it starts to vibrate beyond belief, and suddenlyβ
a bee!
she falls back on her rump as the fat little bee pushes itself out of the tiger lily bud and heads straight toward her. she grabs her basket in a frenzy and nearly forgets her flowers as she tries to outrun the fury of that little honeybee!
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a brief personality snippet... word count: -
wip