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vandaliatraveler · 8 months

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A few photos above from an early morning hike at the Friendship Hill National Historic Site near Pt. Marion, Pennsylvania. If you want to learn more about the history of this sprawling estate, you can go to this link or search for prior posts from the main search page of my Tumblr blog. In addition to the historic homestead of Albert Gallatin, the park features ten miles of hiking trails through verdant oak-hickory and riparian forests. This time of year, the Central Appalachian forest is rich with fungi, legumes, berries, and the loveliest orb-weavers imaginable.

From top: wingstem (Verbesina alternifolia), also known as yellow ironweed, a late summer aster so named because the petioles of its leaves run down the plant's stem; northern spicebush (Lindera benzoin), a gorgeous native shrub whose bright red berries in late summer are followed by the most extraordinary gold foliage in the fall; orange mycena (Mycena leaiana), a lovely, gregarious fungi of deciduous logs whose pigment has shown antibacterial and anti-cancer properties; the ripened but dangerously toxic berries of pokeweed (Phytolacca americana), whose young leaves are used by mountain folk to make poke sallet (but only after repeated cleansings to remove the toxins); American hog-peanut (Amphicarpaea bracteata), a lovely twining vine whose roots and ground nut are edible; cutleaf coneflower (Rudbeckia laciniata), also known as green-headed coneflower and wild goldenglow, a close relative of black-eyed Susan with gorgeous, pinnately-dissected leaves (the leaf photo also shows the characteristic tri-foliate leaf pattern of hog-peanut); zig-zag goldenrod (Solidago flexicaulis), one of two adorable woodland goldenrods that grow in this area (the other being blue-stemmed goldenrod), both of which produce clusters of brilliant yellow flowers in both their leaf axils and at the ends of their stems; steeplebush (Spiraea tomentosa), also known as hardhack, which produces delicate plumes of pink flowers in late summer; a spined micrathena (Micrathena gracilis), which has ensnared a fly in her web; and an arrowhead orb weaver (Verrucosa arenata), also known as a triangle orb-weaver, a sparkling gem of an arachnid that reels in its prey like a fisherman dragging in a net.

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faguscarolinensis · 7 months

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Rudbeckia lacinata / Cutleaf Coneflower at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

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flowerishness · 8 months

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Rudbeckia (coneflower - var: "August Forest") and Apis mellifera (western honey bee)

Green-eyed Susan

Most coneflowers have orange petals but you know how plant breeders love making DNA stand on its head.

#flowers #photographers on tumblr #rudbeckia #honey bee #green eyes #fleurs #flores #fiori #blumen #bloemen #spot the bee #vancouver

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obsessivevoidkitten · 4 days

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These are all the things I want to grow and have the seeds for this year, though some things are missing from this list. I still need more soil, most of the produce goes to the senior center so if anyone wants to throw me 3 dollars for a bag of dirt it goes to a good cause, I also save seeds and distribute them to neighbors and some of the people at the senior center. This blog is my only income source as I am an unpaid live-in aide for an elderly woman. No pressure though. Also if anyone just wants to put gardening discussions in my inbox I am totally up for that!

Supernova sunchokes

Red pontiac potatoes, kennebec potatoes, lehigh potatoes, purple viking potatoes, red norland potatoes, also sweet potatoes

Brown sugar tomatoes, amish paste tomatoes, orange hat tomatoes, yellow stuffer tomatoes, yellow pear tomatoes, bosque blue bumblebee tomatoes, bonny best tomatoes, orange icicle tomatoes, sart roloise tomatoes, sweetheart cherry tomatoes, honeycomb tomatoes, barry's crazy cherry tomatoes, kentucky beefsteak tomatoes, and of course PRAIRIE FIRE TOMATOES

Corbaci peppers, ajvarski peppers, sugar rush peach peppers, albino bullnose peppers, binquinho peppers, lemon spice jalapeno peppers

Armenian yard long cucumbers, sumter cucumbers, bushcrop cucumbers, spacemaster 80 cucumbers, green apple cucumbers, lemon cucumbers, dragon's egg cucumbers, poona kheera cucumbers, pick a bushel cucumbers

Rosita eggplants, listda de gandia eggplants, shikou eggplants, casper eggplants

White soul alpine strawberries, seascape strawberries

Strawberry spinach, malabar spinach, thousand head kale, scarlet kale, blooming kale, orach, slobolt lettuce, merlot lettuce, bronze lettuce, buttercrunch lettuce, bibb lettuce, aqua large leaf watercress, swiss chard five color silverbeet

Moonshine sweet corn, glass gem corn, fiesta corn, Incredible R/M sweet corn

Great northern beans, dwarf taylor horticulture beans, jade II beans

Red burgundy okra, jing orange okra

Autumn buckskin pumpkins, long island cheese pumpkins, flat white boer pumpkins, seminole pumpkins, rouge vif d' etampes pumpkins

Gumball mix radishes, china rose radishes, de 18 jours radishes, golden helios radishes, purple plum radishes, diana hybrid radishes, pink dawn radishes

Chocolate cherry sunflowers, autumn beauty sunflowers, evening sunflowers, russian mammoth sunflowers, florenza sunflowers, lemon queen sunflowers

Peach melba nasturtiums, whirlybird nasturtiums, orchid flame nasturtiums, tip top alaska salmon nasturtiums, tip top rose nasturtiums

Gill's golden pippin squash, honeynut squash, candy roaster squash, delicata squash, early prolific straightneck squash

Jolly jester marigolds, mexican mint marigolds, safari scarlet marigolds, orange flame marigolds, colossus bicolor red gold marigolds

Purple coneflowers, black eyed susans, moss roses, coleus pinto mix

Double tall mix strawflowers, copper red strawflowers, king size orange strawflowers

Pampas plume celosias, eternity mix celosias

Desert king watermelons, lemon drop watermelons, royal golden watermelons, tigger melons, kajari melons, golden crispy melons, golden jenny melons

Purple dragon carrots, melbec carrots, uzbek gold carrots, koral carrots

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janewilsonrva · 8 months

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Summer's End

Henrico County, Virginia (USA)

Photo from August 30, 2020.

Along the banks of a local stream, I found a lovely patch of Green-headed Coneflowers. They're a North American wildflower that you may encounter along stream banks, or in floodplains or moist woods. They're a Rudbeckia species like Black-eyed Susans, hence a family resemblance.

#wildflowers #native plants #summer #mobile photography #original photography #nature photography

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coffeeghoulie · 1 year

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Mushy May Day 17: Flowers

Thanks again to @forlorn-crows for arranging Mushy May!

Pairing: Mountain/Cirrus/Rain/Cumulus

Rating: Gen

Words: 684

Mountain, Cirrus, Rain, and Cumulus enjoy an afternoon by the lake.

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It’s a warm, early summer afternoon. There’s a nice breeze coming in from across the lake. It makes the branches of the willow tree Mountain and Cirrus are sitting under dance. Mountain’s leaned up against the trunk of the tree, and Cirrus is leaned up against him. Both of them are sitting on a blue checkered blanket, their picnic dishes waiting to be packed up in the basket they brought them out in.

Cirrus watches out through the branches into the meadow, where Cumulus and Rain are picking wildflowers. She takes a deep breath, content and lazy in the dappled sun, and takes a sip of sweet berry wine. Cumulus had asked Papa for a bottle from his stash earlier this morning. Like everyone else in the band pack, Papa’s never been able to tell her no. Cirrus sets down her glass and lets her eyes drift half shut.

Mountain leans over and presses a kiss to her dark hair, breathing in the scent of her peppermint and juniper shampoo, before going back to work. He has a pile of dandelions and daisies in his lap, working to braid them together into a chain. His hands are glamoured, using his fingernails to pierce through the stems and thread the next flower through. His claws are too big for such a delicate task. He sings under his breath while he works, a song that’s been stuck in his head for a few days.

Cirrus leans further into Mountain, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. She can’t quite make out the words that he’s singing, but she can feel the vibration of his chest where their bodies meet, and can hear the rich baritone of his voice. “You should sing more often, sweet pea,” she murmurs as the singing lulls, and Mountain jolts. He hadn’t realized he was doing it.

She can’t see it, but the flush that grows on his face is the deep plum color of the wine in her glass. He glances down at her. “You flatter me. I’m no singer, jasmine. They’ve got me on drums for a reason. You and the girls, on the other hand,” he trails off, resting the chain of flowers on his thigh so he can wrap an arm around her, pulling her tighter to him. She purrs in delight, rubbing her forehead against his shoulder, nose scrunching as his hair tickles her.

Rain and Cumulus duck under the willow branches. “This should be enough,” Rain says, offering his bundle of flowers to Mountain.

He smiles up at Rain, taking the various bachelor’s buttons, oxeye daisies, and coneflowers from him, setting them down on the blanket next to him. “Thank you, tadpole. I’ll get yours done in a minute, as soon as I get Cue’s done.”

Cumulus hands him a bouquet of dandelions and asters, and Mountain grins up at her. “Hummingbird, I just need to tie yours off. Come here?” He prompts, dextrous fingers tying off her flower crown without looking.

She steps forward, bending down and giving Mountain a wine-sweet kiss. He happily returns it, tasting the berries they had fed each other. He sets the crown on her head, the yellow and green a bright contrast to her white hair.

“Thank you, Mounty darling. Love you,” Cumulus says, grabbing her own forgotten glass of wine.

“Love you too, hummingbird,” Mountain smiles up at her, eyes crinkling. He reaches back and adjusts the tie holding the top half of his hair in a bun, loosening it so it doesn’t start giving him a headache, before taking Rain’s flowers and beginning to weave them together.

Rain sits down on Mountain’s other side, hooking his chin over Mountain’s shoulder so he can watch, grabbing a few blackberries left over from their lunch.

Cumulus finishes her glass of wine, licking her berry-stained lips, and lays down across Cirrus’s lap. Cirrus runs her claws gently through Cumulus’s hair, avoiding disturbing her flower crown. She shuts her eyes and starts purring, grabbing Cirrus’s free hand and clutching it between her own.

In this quiet moment, Mountain begins to sing again.

#my writing #mushy may #mountain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #rain ghoul #extra mushy to make up for yesterday lmao #also mounty's humming a hozier song #either would that i or work song

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magpie-to-the-morning · 2 years

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Hi Emma! For the prompt game: Flowers + Jack + fluff? 💖 (psst you're amazing and I'm gonna love whatever you decide to do with this!)

Jen I had so much fun with this one. I hope you like the cowboy AU I went with. Thank you for betaing when I was so psyched to share this, @acrossthesestars 😘

It started as a game.

Every time the Statesman rode into your dusty, lawless town (a frequent enough occurrence, between hunting various bandits, thieves, and other assorted rogues), Jack sought you out. Ever since that first time he’d caught a glimpse of you leaning out a window of the saloon, your hair half done and your tattered silks slipping from your shoulders, paint on your face and a dream in your eyes, he'd had eyes only for you.

He’d met you in the bar, tipped his hat and called you ma’am before asking for the pleasure of your company for an evening. He was different from the others who sought you out. Well-mannered. Even tempered. Clean, other than the dirt of a hard journey on his heels - and he’d always taken his boots off before carrying you to your own bed.

And oh, the things the two of you did in that bed.

It wasn’t long before he was asking you to come away with him.

Come on sweetheart, what do you say?

Trying to take me away from all this, cowboy?

And if I were?

Ask me again next time.

He did. He showed up again months later, his suit finer and his horse sleeker. The rogue business was booming, he said later that night, his breath warm on your neck, his fingers gentle against your curves.

Come with me, darlin’. If only so I can get some damn peace. How’s a man supposed to sleep or work or, hell, think when he’s this lovesick?

You were no stranger to flattery, or the silver-tongued promises of a man wanting something. Oh it sounded good now, with the moonlight spilling over your sheets and those clever lips making you see stars, but where would you be when his passion waned?

Right back where you were when you fetched up in this dust pit to begin with.

Still, there couldn’t be any harm in seeing him again, and his sweet words reminded you of the old tales your mama had lulled you to sleep with - of knights and maidens and happy endings.

Tell you what, cowboy. You guess my favorite flower and I’ll come away with you.

The grin he’d given you then was sweet enough to coax gold from a miser’s fist.

Every time he came to you from then on, he had flowers in his hands, mostly of the wildflower variety: purple coneflowers and Black-Eyed Susans, asters and hyssop. Once he brought you an orchid, a tender, fey thing he must have nursed for weary miles to place into your waiting hands.

He never guessed your favorite. Every time you smiled, shook your head gently, and placed them in a green glass jar beside your bed while Jack did his best to draw hints from your sweetly parted lips.

Your flowers - are they the color of your eyes? Do they grow alone? Is their nectar as honeyed as your taste on my fingers? Next time, sweetheart, next time I’ll bring the right ones.

You started to worry he’d tire of the game. Oh, he always paid well, a tidy stack of silver coins on windowsill in the morning, their clinking mocking you as you scooped them up.

Promises and flowers are all well enough, they seemed to whisper, but you can only rely on us.

Months slipped past. Seasons. Scorched grass summer turned to rusty red autumn. There was ice on the windowpanes and frost on your breath by the time Jack returned. Your heart leapt, though you knew it was too cold for flowers.

He’ll have to come again at least once more, you thought, your heart as quick as your steps as you raced toward him through the crowded bar.

He caught you with a grin, his coat smelling of snow and far off woods. Or maybe that was just the greenery in his hand.

Jack had brought you fir branches instead, their wild sap rising in the amber shadows of your room as the two of you made up for lost time.

Later, when the fire burned to glowing embers, Jack cleared his throat - nervous for the first time since you’d met.

“I know it ain’t quite what I promised and in the ordinary course of things I’m not one to go back on my word but, well, maybe this will be the right one after all.”

You sat up, puzzled, the quilt falling from your bare shoulder. Jack tugged it back into place before leaning to reach for his saddlebags. He placed a box in your hands, one about the size of a loaf and just as light, all wrapped in brown paper and tied with red and white string. His dark gaze never strayed as you bent to open it, his expression somewhere between apprehension and hope as you lifted out the finest cup and saucer you’d ever laid eyes on. Near paper thin and bone white, other than a delicate ring of flowers around the rim.

Your favorite flowers.

It wasn’t smoke that blurred your vision then. Afraid you’d drop the dainty thing, you set it down on the scrubbed pine table beside your bed, the cup rattling in the saucer with a chime.

Jack’s face fell.

“Oh, darlin’, don’t you like it? I was sure I guessed right this time but - “

You stopped his mouth with a teary kiss. “It’s beautiful. And those are my favorite. But now you’ve guessed and you won’t need to come back - and besides, it’s too nice for a place like this, what if something happens to it?” You’re rambling, your mind shying like a spooked horse at the thought of losing this. Of losing him.

The last thing you expected was for Jack to laugh, but laugh he does until tears are streaming from his eyes. “What a pair of fools,” he chuckles. Before you can even open your mouth to protest he quiets and takes your hands.

“Sweetheart, I have a whole set of those dishes waiting back home. They’re yours - if you’ll do me the honor of marrying me. That’s what this has all been about. Or did you think I wasn’t a man of my word?”

He pouts prettier than any girl in the cathouse, and you tell him as much through your own relieved tears and a laughing kiss.

“Jack Daniels, if you thought I would have trusted my future to any old sweet-talking lawman blazing in and out of town like a comet, then you really would be a fool. But oh, if you are then I am one too, and it wouldn’t do to break up a set.”

By the time the embers draw up their blanket of ash, the two of you are wrapped up in each other once more, your bodies nestled together like spoons in drawer while you drift off planning a future together.

#Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x reader #Jack Daniels x Reader #Jack Daniels x F!Reader #Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader #Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels #Fic #My Fic

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fictitioustale · 7 months

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS

>INTRODUCTION.EXE

Although it’s not a big must to include a vivid description of your character, it would be ideal because if you don’t, your reader will form his/her own impression which creates a problem if later the character is described, making the reader have to adjust their thinking to suit the description which should never happen.

Little reminders of different physical attributed, habits, gestures, etc., combined with action add to the feel of the character, making them ‘living and breathing beings.’ Some writers may not describe their character and leave it up to the readers to form their own image but remember, this is your canvas, your characters! And they should be imagined the way you have them visualized in your head.

Here are a few words to help with your descriptions:

>EYES [GENERAL]

Small, narrow, sharp, squinty, round, wide-set, close-set, deep-set, sunken, bulging, protruding, wide, hooded, heavy-lidded, bedroom, bright, dull, sparkling, glittering, flecked, bleary, rheumy, cloudy, red-rimmed, beady, bird-like, cat-like, jewel-like, steely, hard, fringed with long lashes, with sweeping lashes, with thick lashes.

>EYES [COLOR]

Chestnut, chocolate, brown, cocoa brown, mocha, mahogany, sepia, siena brown, minx brown, copper, amber, cognac, whiskey, brandy, honey, tawny, topaz, hazel, obsidian, onyx, coal, raven, midnight, sky blue, arctic blue, sunny blue, crystal blue, cerulean, electric blue, azure, lake blue, aquamarine, turquoise, denim blue, slate blue/slate gray, storm blue/storm gray, silver blue/silver gray, ash gray, chrome, platinum, pewter, smoky gray, dove gray, shark gray, fog gray, gunmetal gray, olive, emerald, leaf green, moss green.

>EYEBROWS

Arched, straight, plucked, sparse, trim, dark, faint, thin, thick, unruly, bushy, heavy.

>NOSE

Snub, dainty, button, turned-up, long, broad, thin, straight, pointed, crooked, aquiline, roman, bulbous, flared, hawk, strong.

>MOUTH/LIPS

Thin, narrow, full, lush, cupids bow, rosebud, dry, cracked, chapped, moist, glossy, straight teeth, gap between teeth, gleaming white teeth, overbite, underbite.

>FACIAL HAIR

Clean-shaven, smooth-shaven, beard, moustache, neckbeard, goatee, sideburns, mutton-chop sideburns, stubble a few days' growth of beard, five o' clock shadow.

>SKIN [COLOR]

black, brown, beige, white, pink, umber, sepia, ochre, russet, terra-cotta, gold, tawny, taupe, khaki, fawn, yellow, golden, copper, olive, bronze, orange, orange-red, coral, pink, red, blue, blue-red, rose, magenta, sapphire, silver, straw hay, beach, sand, mountain cliff, field, sunlight, sunrise, sunset, afterglow, dawn, day, daybreak, desert, clay, fall, autumn leaves, twilight, calla lilies, western coneflower, hazel fay, hibiscus, freesia, rose, cattails, seashell, driftwood, pinecone, acorn, amber, mahogany, walnut, chestnut, golden oak, ash, platinum, copper, brass, gold, bronze, onyx, obsidian, sard, topaz, carnelian, smoky quartz, rutile, pyrite, citrine, gypsum, ebony, golden, pale, pallid, pasty, fair, light, cream, alabaster, ivory, bisque, porcelain, chalky, sallow, peach

>SKIN [GENERAL]

Lined, wrinkled, seamed, leathery, sagging, loose, drooping, clear, smooth, silken, sating, dry, flaky, delicate, thin, translucent, luminescent, baby-soft, flawless, poreless, with large pores, glowing, dewy, dull, velvety, fuzzy, rough, uneven, mottled, dimpled, doughy, firm, freckled, pimply, pockmarked, blemished, pitted, scarred, bruised, veined, scratched, sunburned, weather-beaten, raw, tattooed.

>FACE [STRUCTURE]

Square, round, oblong, oval, elongated, narrow, heart-shaped, cat-like, wolfish, high forehead, broad forehead, prominent brow ridge, protruding brow bone, sharp cheekbones, high cheekbones, angular cheekbones, hollow cheeks, square jaw, chiseled, sculpted, craggy, soft, jowly, jutting chin, pointed chin, weak chin, receding chin, double chin, cleft chin, dimple in chin, visible Adams apple.

>HANDS

Delicate, small, large, square, sturdy, smooth, rough, calloused, elegant, plump, manicured, stubby fingers, long fingers, ragged nails, grimy fingernails, ink-stained.

>HAIR [GENERAL]

Long, short, shoulder-length, loose, limp, dull, shiny, glossy, sleek, smooth, luminous, lustrous, spiky, stringy, shaggy, tangled, messy, tousled, windblown, unkempt, bedhead, straggly, neatly combed, parted, slicked down/slicked back, cropped, slipped, buzzed/buzz cut, crewcut, bob, mullet, curly, bushy, frizzy, wavy, straight, lanky, dry, oily, greasy, layers, corkscrews, spirals, ringlets, braids, widows peak, bald, shaved, comb-over, afro, thick, luxuriant, voluminous, full, wild, untamed, bouncy, wispy, fine, thinning.

>HAIR [COLOR]

Black, blue-black, jet black, raven, ebony, inky black, midnight, sable, salt and pepper, silver/silver gray, charcoal gray, steel gray, white, snow-white, brown, brunette, chocolate brown, coffee brown, ash brown, brown sugar, nut brown, tawny brown, toffee brown, red, ginger, auburn, titian-haired, copper, strawberry blonde, butterscotch, honey, blonde, golden, wheat, sandy blonde, flaxen, fair-haired, bleached, platinum.

>BODY TYPE [GENERAL]

Tall, average height, short, petite, tiny, compact, big, large, burly, beefy, bulky, brawny, barrel-chested, heavy/heavy set, fat, overweight, obese, flabby, chubby, pudgy, pot-bellied, portly, thick, stoat, lush, plush, full-figured, ample, rounded, generous, voluptuous, curvy, hourglass, plump, leggy/long legged, gangling, lanky, coltish, lissome, willowy, lithe, lean, slim, slender, trim, thin, skinny, emaciated, gaunt, bony, spare, solid, stocky, wiry, rangy, sinewy, stringy, ropy, sturdy, strapping, powerful, hulking, fit, athletic, toned, built, muscular, chiseled, taut, ripped, herculean, broad-shouldered, sloping shoulders, bowlegged.

>SKIN [GENERAL]

Lined, wrinkled, seamed, leathery, sagging, loose, drooping, clear, smooth, silken, sating, dry, flaky, delicate, thin, translucent, luminescent, baby-soft, flawless, poreless, with large pores, glowing, dewy, dull, velvety, fuzzy, rough, uneven, mottled, dimpled, doughy, firm, freckled, pimply, pockmarked, blemished, pitted, scarred, bruised, veined, scratched, sunburned, weather-beaten, raw, tattooed.

>OUTRODUCTION.EXE

As a writer, writing character descriptions is important because you are painting the canvas for your readers and no artist leaves any details out. Some ways to write strong characters is starting with physical appearance; since literature is non-visual, a picture is the first step towards building your characters development and instead of focusing on monotone words, choose the adjectives that stand out to you and really go along with the image you have in mind about your character, and think of the characters interests and hobbies; if you mention that your character likes harry potter, your readers might imagine them with some sort of accessory in their outfit that represent him.

Of course, in our life, we see many different people, with many different traits and features, so why not use them? Practicing writing character descriptions that fit the people in your life is a great way to make the description flow easily especially if there was a person who really caught your eye, and you still remember them. Writing descriptions that feature your friends and family will make it easier for you because you’ve spent so much time with them. So try to make a list of possible physical traits and character traits that you’ve observed in your life, like when you meet someone new, what’s the first thing you notice? Think of your first impressions of people and create your own person.

#writing #descriptions #physical appearance #eyes #noses #mouths #ears

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gardeninginfoonline · 2 years

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5 Tall Flowering Plants

Tired of short flowers that are hidden by other plants, or out of sight where no one can appreciate them. Knowing which flowering plants grow tall will help you create a stunning garden with highly visible blooms.

gardeninginfo-online.com gathered essential species, planting, and growing information on five incredible and tall flowering plants.

1. Sunflower (Helianthus)

Annual sunflowers have a large, robust flower head, typically with a large, nearly black central part made up of thousands of tiny florets that later become seeds set in a spiral pattern. The petals typically appear bright yellow, while some varieties can be orange or red shades.

Soil – Sunflowers thrive in more alkaline soil (6.0 to 7.5 pH) and prefer nutrient-rich, well-drained soil. Ensure your soil is weed-free before planting this species. Sun – Sunflowers require full sun (6-8 hours of direct sunlight daily). Mature Height – Typical sunflowers grow from 6 to 10 feet tall, with some species reaching 15 to 20 feet. Blooms – Annual sunflowers will bloom through summer and into autumn (until the first frost). Hardiness Zone – 4 through 9

2. Lavender (Lavandula)

Perennial lavender plants are typically small, branching, and wide-spreading shrubs with grey-green leaves and long, vibrant flowering shoots. Leaves can be simple or pinnate, measuring 1 to 2 inches. Flowers bloom on shoots that can reach 8 to 16 inches. The flowers can bloom in white, pink, blue, violet, and purple shades.

Soil – Lavender plants thrive in alkaline soil (6.7 to 7.3 pH) and prefer nutrient-rich, well-drained soil. Lavender does not tolerate any excessive soil moisture or humidity. Sun – Lavender plants require full sun (6-8 hours of direct sunlight daily) but can benefit from afternoon shade in hotter climates. Mature Height – This species typically grows 20 to 24 inches tall, including its flower stalks. Blooms – Flowering can occur in May (in regions with mild summers and winters). Another flush of blooms can appear in June, followed by a final bloom in late summer or early fall. Hardiness Zone – 5 through 9

3. Dahlia (Dahlia)

Dahlias are tuberous perennials, and most have simple leaves that are segmented and toothed or cut. Dahlias are popularly used in wedding arrangements and bouquets. Some of the most popular flower colors include red, orange, yellow, purple, white, and green. Astoundingly, blue is the only color dahlias do not appear in.

Soil – Dahlias will thrive in well-drained, loosened “dirt” soil with a 6.5 to 7.0 pH. Sun – This species does best in full sun (6-8 hours of direct sunlight daily). Mature Height – Typical dahlias grow from 4 to 5 feet tall. Blooms – Dahlia flowers can appear in an impressive variety of colors and range in size from “petite” 2-inch blooms to giant 15-inch flowers. Hardiness Zone – 8 through 10

4. Coneflower (Echinacea)

Echinacea purpurea, more commonly called “purple coneflower,” is a coarse, hairy, herbaceous perennial native to moist prairies, meadows, and open woods of the central to the southeastern United States.

Soil – The coneflower species thrives in nutrient-rich, well-drained soil with a 6.5 to 7.0 pH. Sun – This species requires full sun (6-8 hours of direct sunlight daily) but will benefit from afternoon shade in hotter climates. Mature Height – Typical coneflowers grow from 2 to 4 feet tall. Blooms – Coneflower blooms from June through August and can appear in pink, red, orange, white, and yellow colors. Most varieties have large single-petaled blooms. Hardiness Zone – 3 through 9

5. Hibiscus (Hibiscus)

Perennial hibiscus leaves are ovate, simple, and 8 to 10.5 cm long. They are spirally arranged around a long stalk. The flowers are bisexual, large, and showy, grow up to 25 cm wide, stalked, and rise singly from the upper leaf axils. The five free petals joined at the base may be white, yellow, or red color.

Soil – Hibiscus grows best in well-drained soil, amended with organic matter. Hibiscus prefers acidic soil with a 6.5 to 6.8 pH. Sun – Hibiscus does best in full sun (6 to 8 hours). They will grow in partial shade, but maximum growth and flowering will suffer. Mature Height – Typical hibiscus will grow from 3 to 8 feet tall. Blooms – With its showy, whorled flowers, this plant regularly attracts butterflies and hummingbirds. These tropical plants come in a wide range of striking colors, including: red, yellow, pink, orange, peach, coral, and white. Hardiness Zone – 5 through 9

What is the Tallest Perennial?

For your garden, the tallest perennial flowering plant is hibiscus. Plants typically grow from three to eight feet tall, especially if grown in rich, well-drained soil with ample moisture.

Note: The swamp gum, or Australian mountain ash (Eucalyptus regnans), is native to southeastern Australia. The tree can reach heights over 375 feet and is the tallest angiosperm (flowering plant) species.

What is the Longest Flowering Perennial?

Coneflower is a perennial herb that blooms all summer long and is native to North America’s midwestern and southeastern regions. It has significantly tall stems, bears single pink or purple blooms, and has a central purple, orange, or brown cone. The large cone is a seed head with sharp spines.

Tall Flowering Garden Plants

In this article, you discovered 5 tall flowering plant species’ planting, growing, and flowering information to help you grow a striking garden full of thriving color.

By knowing which tall flowering plants to grow in your garden, you can create an eclectic scenery that benefits your senses, pollinators, and environment.

Not knowing which plants grow taller can leave your garden lacking aesthetic diversity and make it appear pretty montonous.

Sources: extension.umn.edu/flowers/sunflowers gardening.cornell.edu/homegardening/scene9108.html plants.ces.ncsu.edu/plants/dahlia/ hortnews.extension.iastate.edu/coneflower-purple-echinacea-purpurea hgic.clemson.edu/factsheet/hibiscus/

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kenneturner · 3 years

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Three Marine Blue Butterflies

Three Marine Blue Butterfies On a Green-headed Coneflower (White Mountains) — Image by kenne three is not a crowd whole field of the present view things which are before — kenne

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#Green-headed Coneflower #Haiku #Hiking #Marine Blue Butterfly #Photography #Tucson Arizona #White Mountains

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vandaliatraveler · 2 years

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Cutleaf coneflower (Rudbeckia laciniata) is also known as goldenglow for very obvious reasons. A rampant colonizer, this herbaceous perennial is one of our tallest and grandest summer bloomers, but it needs lots of open space to thrive. The cozy corner of the the West Virginia Botanic Garden above is a perfect spot for the plant to spread out and erupt in waves of vibrant yellow.

#appalachia #vandalia #west virginia #summer #flora #wildflowers #asteraceae #rudbeckia laciniata #cutleaf coneflower #green-headed coneflower #goldenglow #west virginia botanic garden #tibbs run preserve

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fulviomeloni · 6 years

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An apricot flower with a single tree by liuxuewen http://500px.com/photo/256124751 #macro

#bud #pollen #leaf #coneflower #flower head #thistle #stamen #petal #wildflower #dew #pollination #flower #green

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appalachianfuturism · 2 years

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“Foraging food in Appalachia owes much to the indigenous people of the region. Many of the foraged foods that have become central to Appalachian foodways were introduced to early settlers by indigenous people who had been using these foraged items as food and medicine for centuries. One notable example is sochan leaves (also called the green-headed coneflower) which have similar properties as echinacea. In the course of researching this article I discovered the work of Rebecca Beyer who calls herself an “Appalachian witch forager.” Beyer combines her academic background in plant and soil science with her Master’s Degree in Appalachian Studies to teach course on the ethnobiology of the Appalachian region. The use of the sochan leaves as folk medicine has its origin in the practices of the Cherokee people who passed this knowledge onto those who moved to the Appalachian region. People still forage for sochan to this day for the same purposes.”

#appalachia #food #foodways #folkways #indigenous #settlers #mushrooms #foraging

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unidentifiedmammal · 3 years

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Here's some funky 3D shapes I made out of purple coneflower heads!

But that's not what I picked them for. I used the petals and leaves for dyestuff! (and am gonna test the heads themselves as well)

First I took the flower petals and soaked them overnight. Meanwhile, I soaked some silk in iron mordant and some in copper mordant. Then I set them to simmer along with a jar of coneflower leaves (nothing in them yet)

Above is the iron mordanted (top grey) and copper mordanted (bottom tan)

and then here they are preparing to simmer in a pot of water. My dad actually recommended i try out the coffee pot after out coffemaker broke. He read about using one in a book about dyeing fibers specifically for fly-tying, aka making flies/lures for fishing. He's quite skilled in it, as well as the fishing itself :D

Once they finished simmering, the copper actually got as dark as the iron! The only difference is that it's slightly greener (photo above is copper on top, iron on bottom)

I also kept some of the mordanted silk, but left them outside to dry out and oxidize instead of putting them in a dyebath. The iron, aka the lovely rufous color, made the silk a weird texture that I fear might mean it's damaged. Iron will definitely do that if you're not careful! The light pastel-aquamarine-ish copper feels more like normal silk, which makes sense since I've heard it's less harsh on wool than iron.

(also note, i'm handling them when dry, but wear gloves when holding WET mordanted fibers, especially copper!!! better safe than sorry)

Anyways, here's the results compared to an undyed bit of silk! I remember I got a deeper green last year when I tried the petals with iron on wool. The technique is slightly altered of course (premordanting + glass container on silk this year, mixing iron directly into bath + aluminum pot on wool last year)

I still have to show the results of the leaf bath, and expand on the copper-only dye specifically! So I'll probably add onto this post with the leaves (and soon to be heads) and make another post talking more about experimenting with copper

#silk #eri silk #assam silk #fiber arts #art #crafts #earth skills #dye #dyestuff #natural dye #iron mordant #copper mordant #purple coneflower

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cedar-glade · 3 years

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In Ohio, these tend to be our riparian Silphium species,

Cup plant, Silphium perfoliatum, a very rigid species that tends to grow to massive size, very rigid, and colony forming. The leaves of this species hold water and dew for long periods of time making them perfect for bird species, the stems are critical for overwintering cavity insects such as a large number of solitary bees. The reason for their height is due to the extreme competition in the bottomlands (riparian zones, flood plains, point bars.) If you’ve ever walked through a true flood plain thicket of ragweed, amaranth, cockerburl, river canebrake, tall lettuce, giant ironweed, and green headed coneflower than you know how massive each species can get and how thick populations can get with flood disturbance being the only real form of disturbance with the removal of fire. The above flowering individual was potentially browsed to the ground by a deer and that's why it was flowering late and so small.

Photographed Indian Creek Roadside Prairie, OH

#Silphium perfoliatum #silphium #ohio #wildflowers #meadowcore #botany

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sterling-starlight · 3 years

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Wolstinien Week Day 2: Flowers

Letisya sighed and snapped the botany compendium shut. This volume, like so many others before it, only described the numerous varieties of plants and flowers that existed in Coerthas before The Calamity- ones that hadn’t survived the sudden eternal winter. The closest thing that grew within Coerthas’s boarders were rue, and was an herb that just so happened to have pretty yellow flowers. Periwinkles and coneflowers grew in Dravania, but she was in no condition to travel that far. The Blessing of Light, combined with the power of Hraesvelgr’s eye had made it possible for her allies and herself to survive the battle with Nidhogg, but they hadn’t made her impervious. The arm resting in a sling, the brace on her leg, and the pain killers that made everything fuzzy was a testament to that.

She dropped herself onto a nearby chaise lounge with a labored whoosh of a breath. Grateful as she was to be allowed access to Count Edmont’s –just Edmont now, she had to remind herself- personal study, none of his collection was particularly helpful. If there was nothing for it, then so be it.

It took a few linkpearl chimes before Sirenia replied to Letisya’s call. “Is there something you need, my lady?” She asked, her velvety voice coming through crystal clear despite the background chatter of Gridania’s market.

“Would you be so kind as to put in a request to the Botanist's Guild for me? A dear friend of mine is recovering in the infirmary, and I would like to bring some color into his room.”

“How ‘dear’ is ‘dear’, my lady? I ask only because Mistress Fufucha will want to know what specific flowers she should use.”

Letisya paused, feeling heat rising to her cheeks. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, counting backwards from ten as she did so. Finally, in a quiet voice like she was sharing something scandalous, she said: “Beloved.”

Sirenia hummed in acknowledgement but, thank the Twelve, did not press the matter further. “I shall put in the order as soon as I am able. Was there anything else you needed from me?”

“That will be all. Thank you for your hard work as always, Sirenia. Give my regards to the guildmaster.” The line went dead, and Letisya leaned her head as far back as her horns would allow.

Beloved. It had rolled off her tongue so easily- too easily. Guilt washed over her as she looked at the gold band on her ring finger. A simple, elegant thing wrought in rose gold with a sapphire gleaming in the center. A ring that Haurchefant had never been given the opportunity to present to her. Edmont had slipped it solemnly into her hands shortly after his funeral service, struggling to maintain his composure as he reemphasized that House Fortemps would always be her home.

And there she was. Barely half a year after Haurchefant’s passing, calling someone else her beloved. She grit her teeth and began pulling the ring off. She barely made it to the first knuckle. She sighed heavily and dropped her head into her hand. Would she had said yes, had he been given the chance to propose? She didn’t know. Looking back at time she had with Haurchefant, fleeting as it might have been, was like coming inside to a warm hearth after being in a blizzard. Laughter, joy, love. It played over and over in her head like a well-loved music box, leaving the lingering taste of chocolate on her tongue and the tingle of lips on hers. Calloused hands running over her scales and calling them –her, the real her- beautiful.

But they were just memories. Ghosts of happier times. The Letisya back then –hurt, traumatized and damaged, but somehow still maintaining that bright-eyed vigor- was almost a stranger to her. To be completely candid, Letisya felt like she had aged five years after the dust had finally settled, and Ishgard finally began to embrace this delicate new peace.

“You would not want me to dwell on you forever. Is that not so?” Letisya asked the portrait of Haurchefant hung near Edmont’s desk, lovingly placed between the portraits of his brothers.

But it didn’t answer. Of course, it didn’t. It was an answer Letisya had to figure out on her own.

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The rapping upon his door disturbed Estinien from his rest. Vision groggy and head swimming with the medicine he had to take to help with the pain, a low growl rumbled in his chest. Between Aymeric checking on him every other bell and Alphinaud hovering about him like a mother hen, he had half a mind to ask the chirurgeons to establish a visitation schedule. But he never would. For all his grumbling, their company was preferable to doing nothing but sleeping in a bed that was too soft and counting the knots in the wooden ceiling.

A young healer shouldered his way into the room, giving a sheepish smile as he looked Estinien over. “My apologies, ser. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Estinien slowly pushed himself up when he noticed the vase in the young man’s hands, bursting with colorful flowers. He knew next to nothing about flowers, but even he could spot the deep, perfect, ruby red roses amongst the whites, pinks and pale greens. “A gift,” the cleric continued by way of explanation, “for your swift recovery.” He set the vase down on the table under the window, turning it this way and that until he was satisfied.

“From whom?” It couldn’t have been from Aymeric, all he knew about flowers were that carnations and lilies were pretty. Alphinaud hadn’t even known how to gather firewood when they first met, so it probably wasn’t from the little lordling either.

“Mistress Letisya Dagasi,” The healer replied. “Her injuries prevented her from coming-” Estinien winced, guilt stabbing him through the stomach - “but she sends these with her best wishes.” The healer brushed his hands off and, after making sure all of Estinien’s needs were met, left the room quietly.

Estinien looked over at the vase. Red roses. Of any flower that could have been chosen as an embellishment, she had chosen red roses.

#Wolstinien Week #Au Ra WoL #estinien wyrmblood #Letisya Dagasi #Heavensward Spoilers #Final Fantasy XIV

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