Lavender in Provence socks 54262545969_a279b2ff7d_b
Lavender Dip Nails-New Obsession Perfume -my favorite from the 90’s
Way Natural Real Goat Milk Soap Bars Variety Pack: Nourish Your Skin Naturally Discover Way Natural's Real Goat Milk Soap Bars Variety Pack! This set features lavender, cherry almond, and unscented bars for a luxurious, natural cleanse. - dadreviews.org/way-natural-real-goat-milk-soap-bars-varie...
Photo safari in the world of the lavender Gmundner Lodge, Namibia
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
The Fragile Symphony of Aftermath In the wake of a devastating apocalypse, the remnants of humanity, humanoids, androids, and visiting aliens face a chaotic and desolate world. Amidst the ruins, a fragile unity emerges, driven by the shared necessity to rebuild. As former boundaries blur, collaboration becomes a lifeline—a testament to resilience and the possibility of harmony even in the darkest times. This series captures the poignant beauty of an unlikely alliance forged in the crucible of survival.
Beneath the ashen skies, we stand,
Fragments of lives, of dreams unmanned.
Android hearts and alien eyes,
Reflect the echoes of human cries.
Where chaos reigns, we plant the seed,
Of unity born from mutual need.
No borders now, no walls, no chains,
Only the hope that life remains.
Through shattered halls, our voices soar,
A fragile hymn for what's in store.
Together we build, together we mend,
In this strange new world, where time may bend.
Ruins cradle hope,
Wires and flesh weave fragile dreams,
New worlds softly bloom.
Alien whispers,
Echo through the broken earth,
Harmony is born.
Chaos births anew,
Hands of steel and flesh entwine,
Life reclaims its throne.
AND FOR THIS PART:
In the rolling hills of southern France, where lavender dances in the breeze, a farmer tends to his flock. By his side stands a humanoid woman, a marvel of technology. She moves with quiet precision, her understanding of the sheep almost otherworldly.
The farmer watches as his flock gathers around her, their trust in her undeniable. He wonders—does she speak their language, some silent communion between steel and wool? Though she is not like him, she has become an essential part of his world.
When her mechanisms falter, the farmer doesn’t despair. Together, they navigate her repairs, finding harmony in the melding of humanity and machine. Their story is one of resilience, trust, and the quiet miracle of coexistence.
Among the fields where sheep do roam,
A farmer stands, no longer alone.
Her metal hands, so soft, so kind,
Guide the flock with an agile mind.
Her voice is silent, yet they obey,
In her presence, the sheep choose to stay.
Does she whisper in tones I can’t hear,
Words of solace, drawing them near?
When she falters, I take her apart,
Steel and circuits, but she has a heart.
Together we mend, together we grow,
Man and machine, a bond to show.
My Flickr Year 2024 Many thanks to my friend Karen for helping me to vet these. I added that photo of Giselle for you!
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1990 Lavender Surprise Barbie #9049 (Sears Special Edition) 54260847889_554e7eb6f0_b
Red Rhododendron in my back garden II Buds are forming now, this one will bloom early May. I love to watch the Rhododendron buds in Fall and Winter, they are so promising of color and seem example of vigor.
When I first came to Portland, Oregon it was end of December, early January and I was seeing so many Rhododendrons everywhere, I was amazed especially watching the buds, and they did not fail to enchant once they started blooming.
This one is red and beautiful, got some damage during hot Summers the last several years but coming back beautifully.
I have Four different ones, one has never done very well where tt is planted, and I have a really large pink one, and a semi large lavender one. Depending on the type, like Camellias they can be blooming all through the year.
So, I have photo number one and photo number two, I could not decide which one I like more, which one do you like more 🙂
please see large 🙂
Red Rhododendron in my back garden I Buds are forming now, this one will bloom early May. I love to watch the Rhododendron buds in Fall and Winter, they are so promising of color and seem example of vigor.
When I first came to Portland, Oregon it was end of December, early January and I was seeing so many Rhododendrons everywhere, I was amazed especially watching the buds, and they did not fail to enchant once they started blooming.
This one is red and beautiful, got some damage during hot Summers the last several years but coming back beautifully.
I have Four different ones, one has never done very well where tt is planted, and I have a really large pink one, and a semi large lavender one. Depending on the type, like Camellias they can be blooming all through the year.
So, I have photo number one and photo number two, I could not decide which one I like more, which one do you like more 🙂
please see large 🙂
Birthday Rose 54260685090_9a23402d6e_b
Beverage A beverage courtesy of the Protein Society for poster judging. This might be Gin in the Garden: Hendrick’s Grand Cabaret gin, lavender, rose, lime, bitters, soda
Blue Ringtail resting on lavender 54259990318_dda2cbf224_b
Elegant Watercolor Lavender Field Digital Paper | Purple Floral Background This gorgeous watercolor digital paper features a dreamy lavender field in a soft purple palette with delicate floral motifs. Ideal for projects like scrapbooking, card making, wall art prints, or invitations, this design exudes a calm, romantic aesthetic perfect for enhancing your creative works. The blend of lush purples and subtle white highlights creates depth and texture, making it a timeless and versatile addition to your digital assets.
lavendar Fond memories of bumble bees and scent assault me now
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