¸.•*´🤍♥️🤍♥️🤍´*•.¸

💙Sprinkle💙

Ϡ₡                     
      .／l、       Ϡ₡     ¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.       
      (ﾟᴥ ｡ ７         ¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.
      .l、 ~ヽ✫¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.   
      .じしf_,)ノ کþяɨɳƙɭєs

Thursday sprinkles of gratitude 💖

🌸*´¨`☽           
( Sprinkles xx
`★.¸¸¸¸. •°´ 

💜💛 gaяđeղ ђσթթìղg 💛💜

Growlies watered the Magnus Planetai, and spotted a Mallard feeding on the Bird Mix!Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

Good morning splash

hi some good morning sprinkles xx

Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️‎Տթɾìղƙℓєs, if Due❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
ཐི༏ཋྀ G is for the Gorse Fairy ;༊
“When Gorse is out of blossom,”
(Its prickles bare of gold)
“Then kissing’s out of fashion,”
Said country-folk of old.
Now Gorse is in its glory
In May when skies are blue,
But when its time is over,
Whatever shall we do?
❤️
O dreary would the world be,
With everyone grown cold—
Forlorn as prickly bushes
Without their fairy gold!
But this will never happen:
At every time of year
You’ll find one bit of blossom—
A kiss from someone dear!
By: C. M. Barker
       /\_/\ 
     ≽• . •≼ ❤️;༊
  ཐི༏ཋྀ  /❤️\ (  ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
‎❤️(( | | ))❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️Ʈђaηƙ ყღʊ❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ