#Carolina geranium
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Scientific Name: Geranium carolinianum
Common Name(s): Carolina crane’s bill, Carolina geranium
Family: Geraniaceae (geranium)
Life Cycle: Annual
Leaf Retention: N/A
Habit: Forb
USDA L48 Native Status: Native
Location: Allen, Texas
Season(s): Winter
Distinguished from its lookalikes by the pointy tips on the sepals.
#Geranium carolinianum#Carolina crane's bill#Carolina geranium#Geraniaceae#annual#forb#native#Allen#Texas#winter#flower#white#pink#plantblr
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Carolina Crane’s-Bill, aka Carolina Geranium // Geranium carolinianum
#native sc plants#native plants#south carolina natives#Carolina geranium#Carolina cranes bill#Geranium carolinianum
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アメリカフウロの花（4月14日）
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Geranium maculatum / Wild Geranium at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC
#Geranium maculatum#Geranium#geraniaceae#wild geranium#Native plants#Native flowers#Nature photography#Flowers#Plants#photographers on tumblr#Sarah P. Duke Gardens#Duke Gardens#Duke University#Durham#Durham NC#North Carolina
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The May Eve/Walpurgisnacht/Hexennacht/Pálení čarodějnic embroideries and the wildflowers that inspired them.
Ratany, verbena, spiderwort, hairy vetch, doves-foot cranes-bill, Carolina geranium, violet wood sorrel (2 pictures, leafs followed by bloom), Venus’ looking glass, cut-leaf tooth cup, and wild petunia.
#Pálení čarodějnic#Walpurgisnacht#hexennacht#may eve#devotional embroidery#folk embroidery#May Queen#Arkansas River Valley#Ozark foothills#wildflowers#purple#green#cross stitch
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All Grown Up [Chapter One]
( robert "bob" floyd x fem!southern!reader )
roos says ! we need more bob appreciation. i love him. my boy :) also I am not southern, so i apologize if i'm very off with this-- this chapter is a bit short since it's technically a prologue but I'm not really gonna call it such.
desc: as summer rolls into it's time in south carolina, you find yourself surprised when your old next door neighbor returns-- looking and acting completely different after a few months on the west coast. the two of you have a lot to talk about, after you remember the good times, of course.
fluff, with spicy kissing at the end
notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, and that's kinda all, it's pre-uranium mission time y'all :D!
TWs: underage drinking (past tense), mentions of hook-ups, spicy kissing?
ao3 link ! next chapter
The morning dew sparkled on the sides of every blade of grass in the long field on your parents farm. It's stark, plain green path was dotted with a dark log-cabin themed barn on the top of the hill, leaving around two acres of fenced in land for a few horses, cows, goats, and other livestock to amble about on its right, and about a half-acre to the left used for more deliberate things, like the horse training you'd planned to do today. The soft sound of a low cylinder motor hums as it accelerates up the fenced off path, you're driving the busted up farm truck with one hand on the wheel as you slide your hat-- an old stetson gifted to you from the neighbor-- on your hairline as you bring it to a park in a dead grass spot. You parked off the driveway too much, your mom had given up yelling at you for it.
Looking up, you see the sun as it begins to peek over the tops of cypresses, pines, and hemlocks, letting its golden glow dance on geraniums and indigo flowers planted by the barns entrance but far enough away from the fence so they won't get eaten by the horses inside the barn. The window stays rolled down as you climb out, the morning dew in your lungs as you take a deep breath and start whistling the same song you always do as you begin to undo the lock on the barn. Considering its the building closest to the street, its got quite a few locks on it just in case of any attempted break ins. Luckily, no one has tried in the past decade.
As you swing the gate open, you’re met by a chorus of animals, waking up for the day as you swap your boots for a set of riding boots as you yawn, moving to the side to begin opening up the side doors in each stall to let the animals out. Majority of them leave, ambling out into the grassy field to take in the morning sun. Your horse-- a black-ish brown quarter horse, bumps her head into your back and you laugh as you turn to bump back her nose.
"Relax, Fuego." You murmur as you slip into her stall, moving to open the back gate so she can do what she does every morning-- take a sprinting lap around the place. As she, and the other horses in neighboring stalls do what they want for about an hour, you spend your time grabbing the food, water, and other things the animals need from various locations around the barn. The sun rises higher, white puffy clouds rolling through the sky as planes float idly ahead. you huff, grabbing your riding gear, before theres the sound of a car door slamming. Setting down the saddle in your hands, you walk to the front door, smiling when you see your neighbor's daughter-- a five year old by the name of Molly, patting your horse on the head as she leans herself over the gate and low enough for Molly to reach on her tiptoes.
"Hey, Molly." You call and she turns, a hot pink cowboy style hat on her head as she runs over, her pink boots splashing mud puddles from last nights storm.
"Y/n!" She cheers, grabbing your hand and jumping, "Robby's home!"
"Robby?" You ask, lifting your head to look at your mother, "Floyd's back?"
"Mhm. Got in last night, he swung by the house this morning with his mom to drop off his sister for a playdate today." Your mother grins, "Genevieve ran straight for the cows, she's lookin’ at the calf, right down the fence."
Your mother pointed down the fence line where you could see your younger sister petting the cows and baby talking them-- just like you did when you were a kid.
"How long is he home for?" You ask and Molly giggles swinging herself as she uses your hand to keep her from falling.
"He's back until July when he leaves for a mission!"
"He leaves the fifth." Your mother clarifies and you nod, a soft smile gracing your sun-kissed skin from the time you've spent in the heat of South Carolina. Just like all the years you had spent by Robby's side, the sun had caused freckles to bloom across your shoulders, shown by the skin-tight tank top you wear over your riding pants.
And, oh god, Robert's home.
When he'd left, it had been awful. He refused to tell you why he was moving other than the word 'bootcamp' and you'd had a sort of half argument over it. Though, you could never stay mad at his goofy half smiles and confused squints whenever you said something he didn't quite understand. There had been multiple nights in your lifetime where you both stumbled back to your house after parties, or just drinking in the various fields around your house, climbing in the never locked storm door to crash on the basement couch. Your parents never asked, neither did his. They'd say you were Bob and Y/n, a dynamic duo, never seen without each other and never seen arguing.
But, he'd left four hours after your first time kissing him. Sure, it had been because he wanted to know how to kiss before he moved away from home, assuming the tales friends had told you two about hookups and such in the college experience; over beers in your basement, had been true.
And god, you weren't ready to see how he'd changed after your mother had told him he was in the Navy. And all you could think of was his last night in your house, right before he had to leave for bootcamp. Two weeks after the end of your senior year.
...
Senior year had been the year for the two of you, despite the revamp of the rumor you two were dating, again, and making it impossible for you to find any sort of partner other than each other for every school event, you didn't care. Bob was your best friend, and you'd never do anything to change it. You were prom king and queen, and most likely to marry for tax benefits in the accolades section of the year book. But never once had you kissed, or even romantically held hands.
From your first day of kindergarten, to graduating middle school, to your senior year homecoming game as cheer captain, and his senior year homecoming game as drum major, to your senior year graduation, you were stuck at the hip. Inseparable. You could sit in a room for silence for hours and never get bored, or watch the same movies and shows you could quote over and over and enjoy it. And you spent a lot of time gossiping over stolen liquor bottles from the back of your dad's expansive cabinet, or riding horses thorugh back trails, or taking the farm trucks on joy rides. Bob, despite being a bit socially awkward, was your ride or die.
Until you kissed him the night before he left.
The TV buzzed behind you softly as you downed another shot of Hennessy. Bob shutting the storm door as he sat down on your couch almost immediately afterwards, his lips chewed up like he was deep in thought. You reset the CD in the small radio by your hip and turned to him with a pout, walking across the room to fall by his side like natural as you hand him the bottle.
"What's a matter, Robby?" You asked, alcohol still burning your throat. In silence, he unscrews the cap before he starts talking as he gestures with the opened bottle.
"I don't know if I'm ready to leave for college." He murmurs-- that's what he called bootcamp, college, as to not scare you about it. He takes a gulp of the alcohol, making a face at it.
You shift so you’re sitting up, pressing a hand to his shoulder and trying not to notice the way he tenses up and flushes as you speak softly, trying not to wake your parents through the thin walls of the house, "Why, Robs?"
He laughs, taking another long swig before he starts talking, "Everyone else I know who's going has some sort of... ugh, romantic or... sexual, experience and I have none. Curse me being so socially awkward."
"You've never kissed anyone?" you perk up before deflating as you think, "Wait, you would've told me if you did."
"Never kissed anyone besides my Ma." he grumbled into his hand.
In hindsight, you're not sure if it's the alcohol speaking as you sit up and slide your hand on his chest, "would you wanna?"
"Kiss you?" He sputters, face flushing bright red. He'd been drinking before he'd gotten here, you could tell by the smell of Tito's on his breath. It makes you frown, he must've been thinking about this all day.
"Yeah, as practice." You chime, shifting now so you're standing above him and between his jean-covered knees.
He gulps, taking another swig of the alcohol before he caps it and tosses it down on the couch, "and you're my teacher?"
"I've had a few hook-ups, Rob. You know this." you lament, moving closer as you press another hand to his chest, feeling the muscle he'd accrued over the years of working on his family farm, and yours when needed. You expect him to vocally answer, but his hand grazes the outside of your thigh instead, thinking.
You move, straddling him on the couch as you lean close to him, lips inches away, "C'mon, Floyd," you purr, "Gimme a lil' somethin'."
He perks up at the way you say his last name, biting his lip as he adjusts his glasses before he gently takes your jaw and pulls you close by your waist. It makes you jump, a soft gasp escaping your glossed lips as he mumurs,
"Is this okay?"
"More than." You reply, leaning in to connect your lips. It's an alcohol fueled fever, the way he pushes back into you as his lips lock to yours. His hands freezing at your hips, never once moving, you dont mind snaking a hand up to his hair and carding through it, pulling back from the kiss for air before he's dragging you back down again.
But then his alcohol confidence slips and he pulls back roughly, smacking his head on the wall in true Robert fashion. He gapes at you, and you take it as a sign to quicky back off. You can read him like a book nowadays, and the way he sits shocked makes you think you fucked up.
"Sorry." Escapes his lips before he's pushing his way past you and back out the storm door, though he still makes sure to carefully shut it a certain way so it doesn't creak or bang as it closes.
You're left with a bottle of half-finished hennessey and the taste of Tito's on your lips-- too confused and shocked to move for several minutes.
When you realized he left the next morning, you also realized that kiss was the last fleeting memory you'd ever have of him in that moment. Though, hindsight would say, it wouldn't be too long until you found yourself in that position again.
#robert bob floyd#bob floyd#robert floyd#top gun#top gun: maverick#top gun maverick#top gun fanfiction#robert bob floyd x reader#bob floyd x reader#robert bob floyd x you#robert bob floyd x y/n#bob floyd x y/n#bob floyd x you#fluff
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Do hanging baskets need shade? My front porch got a facelift this year and I would love to be the cute Southern Living house with hanging baskets and make my house look Not Abandoned. The front porch gets shade all day, except until around 4 pm where it is blasted mercilessly with baking afternoon sun. Every year I am gifted 2 of those ferns in baskets and they quickly perish. Am I SOL?
There are several things that would thrive there tbh though without knowing your climate can't give 100% good advice. New England afternoon sun is very different from South Carolina afternoon sun for example.
I would try geraniums!
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Planted my dwarf crested iris
Amongst a crossvine and some native lyreleaf sage (I think) that's gone to seed
Thought you'd like to see some other little native "weeds"
this is a Carolina geranium, a little less showy than the "wild" geranium, but it still has the cute little "cranesbill" seedpods they're named for
This is vetch, both of these are great for your dirt and nice nibbles for critters
This is a false wild strawberry-technically edible but not tasty- it's a non-native but the pollinators still like the flowers so i don't usually yank it out
Volunteer pumpkin to round things out, it has more of the Carolina geranium poking up through
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Flowers with negative connotations
Abecedary: Volatility.
Abatina: Fickleness
Achillea Millefolia: War.
Aconite (Wolfsbane): Misanthropy
Adonis, Flos: Painful recollections.
African Marigold: Vulgar minds.
Agnus Castus: Coldness. Indifference
Almond (Common) : Stupidity. Indiscretion
Almond, Laurel: Perfidy
Aloe: Grief. Religious superstition
Anemone (Zephyr Flower): Sickness. Expectation.
Anemone (Garden): Forsaken
Apple, Thorn: Deceitful charms.
Apocynum (Dog’s Vane): Deceit
Ash-leaved Trumpet Flower: Separation
Aspen Tree: Lamentation
Asphodel: My regrets follow you to the grave
Auricula, Scarlet: Avarice
Balsam, Red: Touch me not. Impatient resolves.
Balsam, Yellow: Impatience.
Barberry: Sourness of temper.
Barberry Tree: Sharpness.
Basil: Hatred.
Bay Leaf: I change but in death.
Bay (Rose) Rhododendron: Danger. Beware
Bee Ophrys: Error.
Belladonna: Silence
Belvedere: I declare against you.
Betony: Surprise
Bilberry: Treachery
Birch: Meekness.
Birdsfoot Trefoil: Revenge
Valerian: Rupture
Borage: Bluntness.
Box Tree: Stoicism.
Bramble: Lowliness. Envy
Burdock: Importunity. Touch me not.
Buttercup (Kingcup):Ingratitude. Childishness
Butterfly Weed: Let me go
Cardamine: Paternal error
Carnation, Deep Red: Alas! for my poor heart.
Carnation, Striped: Refusal.
Carnation, Yellow: Disdain
Cardinal Flower: Dittitutim.
Catchfly: Snare
Catchfly, White: Betrayed
Champignon: Suspicion.
Chequered Fritillary: Persecution
Cherry Tree, White: Deception
China or Indian Pink: Aversion
Cistus, Gum: I shall die to-morrow.
Citron: Ill-natured beauty
Clematis, Evergreen: Poverty.
Clotbur: Rudeness. Pertinacity
Colchicum, or Meadow Saffron: My best days are past.
Coltsfoot: Justice shall be done.
Columbine: Folly
Columbine, Red: Anxious and trembling
Convolvulus, Major: Extinguished hopes
Corn, Broken: Quarrel
Creeping Cereus: Horror
Crowsbill: Envy.
Crowfoot: Ingratitude
Currant: Thy frown will kill me.
Cuscuta: Meanness.
Cyclamen: Diffidence. (Modesty/shyness resulting from a lack of self confidence)
Cypress: Death. Mourning
Darnel (Ray grass): Vice
Dead Leaves: Sadness
Dogsbane: Deceit. Falsehood
Ebony Tree: Blackness.
Eglantine (Sweetbrier): Poetry. I wound to heal
Enchanter’s Nightshade: Witchcraft. Sorcery
Fly Orchis: Error
Flytrap: Deceit
Foxglove: Insincerity
French Marigold: Jealousy
Frog Ophrys: Disgust
Garden Anemone: Forsaken
Garden Marigold: Uneasiness
Geranium, Scarlet: Contorting. Stupidity
Hand Flower Tree: Warning.
Harebell: Submission. Grief
Heath: Solitude.
Helenium: Tears
Hellebore: Scandal. Calumny
Hemlock: You will be my death
Henbane: Imperfection
Hop: Injustice
Humble Plant: Despondency
Indian Plum: Privation
Jasmine, Carolina: Separation
Judas Tree: Unbelief. Betrayal
Laburnum: Forsaken. Pensive Beauty
Larch: Audacity. Boldness
Larkspur, Pink: Fickleness.
Larkspur, Purple: Haughtiness
Laurestina: A token. I die if neglected.
Lavender: Distrust.
Leaves (dead): Melancholy
Licorice, Wild: I declare against you.
Lobelia: Malevolence
Love lies Bleeding: Hopeless, not heartless
Madder: Calumny
Manchineal Tree: Falsehood.
Mandrake: Horror.
Maple: Reserve.
Marigold: Grief.
Marigold, African: Vulgar minds.
Marigold, French: Jealousy.
Marigold, Prophetic: Prediction.
Marigold and Cypress: Despair
Meadowsweet: Uselessness
Mesembryanthemum: Idleness.
Mezereon: Desire to please.
Michaelmas Daisy: Afterthought
Mock Orange: Counterfeit
Moschatel: Weakness
Mosses: Ennui
Mourning Bride: Unfortunate attachment. I have lost all
Moving Plant: Agitation
Mulberry Tree (Black): I shall not survive you
Mushroom: Suspicion.
Musk Plant: Weakness.
Mustard Seed: Indifference
Narcissus: Egotism
Nettle, Burning: Slander
Oleander: Beware
Pasque Flower: You have no claims.
Passion Flower: Religious superstition
Pea, Sweet: Departure
Peach Blossom : I am your captive
Pennyroyal: Flee away.
Peony: Shame. Bashfulness
Persimon: Bury me amid Nature’s beauties
Pine: Pity
Pink, Variegated: Refusal
Pomegranate: Foolishness
Poppy, White: Sleep. My bane. My antidote
Prickly Pear: Satire.
Pride of China: Dissension
Ranunculus, Wild: Ingratitude.
Raspberry: Remorse.
Ray Grass: Vice
Rhododendron (Rosebay): Danger. Beware
Rose, Carolina: Love is dangerous
Rose, Deep Red: Bashful shame.
Rose, Dog: Pleasure and pain
Rose, Unique: Call me not beautiful
Rose, Yellow: Decrease of love. Jealously.
Rose, York and Lancaster: War.
Rose, Full-blown, placed over two Buds: Secrecy
Rue: Disdain
Saffron: Beware of excess
Saffron, Meadow: My happiest days are past
Sainfoin: Agitation.
Saint John’s Wort: Animosity. Superstition.
Sardony: Irony
Scabious: Unfortunate love.
Scabious, Sweet: Widowhood
Snapdragon: Presumption.
Snowball: Bound
Sorrel, Wild: Wit ill-timed
Straw, Broken: Rupture of a contract
Sweetbrier, European: I wound to heal.
Sweetbrier, Yellow: Decrease of love
Syringa, Carolina: Disappointment
Tamarisk: Crime.
Tansy (Wild): I declare war against you.
Teasel: Misanthropy
Thistle, Fuller’s: Misanthropy
Thistle, Scotch: Retaliation.
Thorn Apple: Deceitful charms
Throatwort: Neglected beauty
Trefoil: Revenge
Tuberose: Dangerous pleasures
Tulip, Yellow: Hopeless love
Tussilage (Sweet-scented): Justice shall be done you
Whin: Anger
White Rose (dried): Death preferable to loss of innocence.
Whortleberry: Treason.
Willow, Creeping Love forsaken
Willow, Weeping: Mourning
Yew: Sorrow
Zinnia: Thoughts of absent friends
Aconite: Beware
Barberry: Bad temper
Carnation (Striped): No, Refusal, Sorry I can't be with you
Carnation (Yellow): Disappointment, Rejection
Cyclamen: Resignation, Good-bye
Daffodil: Regard, Unrequited love, Respect
Everlasting: Never ceasing memory
Geranium: Stupidity, Foll
Golden-Rod: Be cautious
Hyacinth (Purple): Sorrow, Please forgive me
Hyacinth (Yellow): Jealousy
Hydrangea: Thank you for understanding, Boastfulness, Heartlessnes
Marigold: Grief, Despair, Jealousy
Marigold (Common): Pretty love, Sacred, Affection, Caress, Sorrow
Monkshood: Beware, A deadly foe is near
Petunia: Resentment, Anger, Your presence soothes me
Phlox: Our souls are united
Poppy (General): Eternal sleep, Oblivion, Imagination
Rhododendron: Danger, Beware, I am dangerous
Roses (Assorted Colours): You're everything to me
Roses (Single Full Bloom): I Love You, I still love you
Sweet William: Grant me one smile
Black dahlia: Evil, dishonesty, betrayal, doom
Butterfly weed: Leave me, You’ve been warned
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(Yeah some of these aren’t flowers. What of it?A few of them aren’t so negative- I thought about Jesse’s train of thought/outburst when picking them.)
(If you see any repeats No You Don’t.)
*buried under several flowers and at least one tree*
But ooh. ooh. ooooooooooooh these would be soooo much fun to play around with >:3
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There's this species of grass in my front yard that's only like 6 inches tall with the seed pods and it's not very dense. The other plants are nice patches of native ground cover like henbit deadnettle, white clover, wood sorrel, chickweed, carolina AND dovesfoot geranium and also normal dandelions. There's also the stickergrass in the back and some prickly lettuce.
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Geranium maculatum
Wild geranium,
The second most common geranium in the eastern United States, second only to the annual Carolina geranium. In Ohio we have two other species outside of the common ones; however, they are limited to a northern range and one only prefers boreal conditions caused by the lakeside effect. As for this species is found in pretty much any forest we have in Ohio, often stream side.
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[Red Clover (trifolium pratense) + Carolina Geranium / Cranesbill (geranium carolinianum)]
Both are incredibly useful medicinals and are edible, though the wild geranium contains tannins which inhibit a bitter taste. Whereas the clover is wondrously sweet.
#eat the weeds#medicinal plants#forage#nature#lensblr#photography#flowers#plants#naturecore#nature aesthetic#clover#geranium#cottagecore#nature core#photoblr#my photos#flower aesthetic#medicinal
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壺庭のアメリカフウロ
#路上園芸#路上観察#アメリカフウロ#壺庭#路傍の植物園#Geranium carolinianum#花#flowers#kwiaty#japan#carolina cranesbill#carolina geranium#野老鹳草
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It's prairie plant glamour shot season.
It's also "dream about what new plants to add in the fall" season. I have a lot to fill this year between a big gap in three middle of the garden here, and a bunch of cleared honeysuckle in either side of the house.
Right now the (long version) of the list is
New England Asters
Northern Sea oats
Wild Geranium
Columbine
Ostrich Fern
Dwarf Crested Iris
Carolina Rose and/or Meadow
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Donut gives everybody specially selected bars of uniquely scented soaps, and here is what they smell like~
(I am a crazy person who absolutely has to huff all the scented candles and soaps in the store, I know what I’m talking about)
Sarge; cherries/strawberry/ginger/hibiscus (everybody else thinks this would smell like a candy-fruit nightmare... but it is actually kinda spicy and invigorating)
Simmons; cinnamon/clove/ginger/patchouli (warm and rich, also comforting without being too over-powering)
Grif; vanilla/sandalwood/citrus/cedar (woodsy but also bright/refreshing and a little bit sweet)
Doc; lavender/rosemary/mint/chamomile (super duper calming and very strong… and yes, O’Malley likes it too)
Church; jasmine/cedar/eucalyptus/sandalwood (this is almost like a sea-breeze/crisp rain kind of smell)
Tex; roses/cinnamon/amber/honeysuckle (smells warm/spicy and floral, reminds her of summer time)
Tucker; vetiver/patchouli/nutmeg/roses (this scent is like the epitome of all things romantic, and he wishes he could constantly smell like this)
Caboose; vanilla/caramel/coconut/honeysuckle (very smooth and sweet, but not too sugary)
Wash; apples/ginger/amber/sandalwood (this smells like everything about Autumn, and is very comforting)
Carolina; lemon/peppermint/geranium/ginger (very refreshing, and it reminds her of how it feels when you finally get the first gulp of a cold drink you’ve been craving)
Kai; lilac/violets/jasmine/narcissus (very floral and bright, like pure spring time)
Locus; peaches/cranberry/chamomile/clove (smells sweet and tart at the same time, rich and spicy fragrance)
and for himself; cherry blossom/lilac/vanilla/peony (floral and light, but still vibrant… he also likes baby shampoo for the nostalgic scent)
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I walk around our property looking at the different “weeds” growing. I’m new to learning about herbalism so I use an app to find out what a lot of things are. But I also do research to make sure the app is telling me correctly.
These are some of the plants that the app says we have here:
Thistle
Curly Dock
Carolina Geranium
Hairy Buttercup
Spiny Sowthistle
Common Vetch
Lesser Swinecress
Horse weed
Pennsylvania Everlasting
Chinese Bushclover
Groundseltree
Japanese Honeysuckle
Sticky Chickweed
Prickly Lettuce
Tiny Bluet
Corn Salad
Birdeye Speedwell
Wild Garlic
Purple Dead-nettle
Dandelion
Creeping Buttercup
Henbit Deadnettle
Roundleaf Greenbrier
Evening Primrose
Blue Mistflower
Purple False Foxglove
Broomsedge Bluestem
Wrinkledleaf Goldenrod
Pasture Thistle
Virginia Creeper
Trumpet Vine
White Heath Aster
White Clover
Large leaf Pennywort
American Pokeweed
Dogfennel
But it seems like every day there’s something new popping up.
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