Bluebell Raven

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@lcronovt I'm in Europe 🤍 Good night, to you.

@BluebellRaven Morning? I'm going to sleep! Good night, Queen Raven!

Good Morning, Dear Friends! ✨🌳✨ Bluebell Forest 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

@squirrellyverse Good morning! 🫡

@BluebellRaven gm Bluebell Raven! 🌞🫡

@JotunOutdoors Morning! 😊

@BluebellRaven morning. 🌞

@MorganScorpion It is! 🤍

@BluebellRaven There's beautiful!

@AlexanderGRubi2 Sleepy baby 😸

@BluebellRaven Good morrrrnnnggg....

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And there, above the tree tops, he found the spirit of the forest. 🎨Jon Sideriadis

O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Esk river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bride’s-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) ‘O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?’ ‘I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.’ The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — ‘Now tread we a measure!’ said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume: And the bride-maidens whispered, ‘’Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.’ One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ‘She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,’ quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? 🪶“The Knight’s Tale” by Sir Walter Scott 🎨 Magdalena Korzeniewska

“The Forest” depicts a peacock, a hare, a lion, a fox and a raven against a plane of lushly verdant acanthus. An array of wild and native flowers line the foreground. Verses contained within two scrolls run across the top of the tapestry, reading ‘The beasts that be in woodland waste, now sit and see nor ride nor haste’.

🎨“The Forest” (1887) Tapestry woven wool and silk on a cotton warp, designed by William Morris, Philip Webb and John Henry Dearle, woven at Merton Abbey by William Knight, John Martin and William Sleath.

When you’ve gone through a hell of a quest, and you’re just rowing home, with the tortoise that saved your life, and the teapot that contains your true love’s soul. 🎨Lily Seika Jones

The word "elder" meaning an older person comes from the Old English eldra, directly sharing the exact same Germanic roots as the German Ältestes. However, the elder tree is a linguistic imposter. 😅 Its name actually comes from the Old English word for fire (æled). People used to hollow out its soft branches to make blow-tubes for fanning hearth flames.

@BluebellRaven I always assumed that "elder" was co-etymological to german "Ältesters" meaning oldest one, because it is usually translated equally.

In English folklore, the elder tree is governed by the Elder Mother (Hyldemöer). You had to ask her permission before cutting a branch, or risk being haunted. People planted elderflower near doors to ward off witches and evil spirits, but believed burning the wood invited the devil into the home. The English name "elder" derives from the Anglo-Saxon word aeld, meaning fire. This refers to using its hollowed-out branches as pipes to blow air into flames. 🎨“The Elder Flower Fairy” (1940) by Cicely Mary Barker

@Fleursunrise Exactly! And thank you!

@BluebellRaven That looks delicious. Chefs not eating well are like makeup artists not using cosmetics.

@FlaStorm32 You don't come from a mountainous place, do you? 😄

@BluebellRaven I'm not sure what to think about this one? Do you swim in, or find a raft?

When he says, “I know a place.”

“I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature, half reveal, And half conceal the soul within” —Alfred Tennyson 🎨 Eva Gamayun

This is what synchronicity feels like.

“The Cloud Kingdom” (1908) by Charles Robinson for the book of many stories called “The Cloud Kingdom” by Isaac Henry Wallis.

@AlexanderGRubi2 Very nice! You always impress me with your culinary skills.

@BluebellRaven I bought a cheap basket of mixed vegetables yesterday, including some heads of broccoli, so my plans for dinner tomorrow is actually broccoli in béchamel sauce with diced pieces of ham au gratin.

📖 The Starlight Wonder Book, 1923, Henry B. Beston 🎨 Maurice Day.

Fidella enters the mystical Wood Beyond the World to find a cure for her ailing father. Armed with courage, she encounters an ancient, stone-like guardian figure pouring a continuous stream of enchanted water. Following its cryptic instructions, she kneels and fills her golden cup from the pool's waters of memory. Drinking the liquid restores her forgotten, vital childhood recollections, unlocking the exact magical knowledge needed to heal her father and save her kingdom.