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calamitys-child · 3 months

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What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

#other good ones are crocuses and lilacs #one time I was ill and depressed and my mum brought me a lil milk bottle full of fresh cut sweet peas from her garden 💖#i like that theyre colourful and i like climbing plants and they smell amazing #posts brought to you by me going to the park on my lunch break just to see all the crocuses

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aesethewitch · 1 month

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When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

#aese speaks #a little personal story for you all #the origin of my life-long relationship with lilacs #i've been a garden witch since i was very small! (:#green witch #garden witch #garden magic #10k #the lilac post

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borgevino · 5 months

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the allergy i am seeing grow up around small talk in any form is troubling to me. do you know how to make friends with people in your physical environment? it typically starts with small talk. do you want to live in community? small talk. do you want to have the type of relationship with your neighbors where you can run over and borrow a battery for your smoke detector when it starts beeping at 10pm? small talk!! do you want leeway from your coworkers when you fuck up something small? you gotta be able to build a relationship and that's small talk, baybeee.

"but i don't need friends and i don't care about community!" okay, lone ranger, what about the people in your community who need you? "but i have social anxiety!" me too, bud! we simply must soldier on. making up lists of questions to ask people helps. and people are predisposed to be generous, i've found. even if you make some kind of mistake, what is this but the natural give and take of human interaction? nobody is perfect.

you were not put on this earth to live by yourself and then die. you need people and people need you. treat those around you with curiosity and generousness of spirit and you will gain so much goodwill in return.

#my pharmacist spotted me a weeks worth of meds once when mine were in a building closed for asbestos #because we'd been doing small talk for a couple of months and had a rapport #this is not emotional labor btw. in no way is 'doing small talk' emotional labor. dont say that.#edification #community is a garden

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iwrotemrtambourineman · 8 months

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my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥🤪 this strain is called “into the unknown”💀 it’ll have you making a pilgrimage in a place between our world and the next 💯☝️

me: yeah, whatever. I don’t feel shit.

five minutes later: bro I swear I saw the beast following us through these mysterious woods that I don’t remember entering

the highwayman: I’m the highwayman

#this has been stuck in my head so take it #over the garden wall

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sproutinglupine · 3 months

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The Unicorn's Garden, my cross stitch take on the medieval tapestry "The Unicorn Rests in a Garden"

The Unicorn's Garden Cross Stitch Pattern | Sprouting Lupine Shop

#cross stitch #my art #my patterns #fiber art #cross stitch pattern #sprouting lupine #alt text in image #cross stitch sampler #the unicorn rests in a garden

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drdomo-gem · 3 months

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Season 3 American Roadtrip with baby Jesus?? Please?

Inspired by this post of the wonderfully confusing signs of rural America from @scottishmushroom

**Edit: Part 2

#babysitting does not come naturally to Aziraphale #there was a reason he was the gardener and Crowley was the nanny #good omens #ineffable idiots #aziraphale #crowley #good omens season 3 #fanart #comic #my art

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ozzyeelz · 5 months

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mutuals let’s do this

#Ozias rants #eel posting #eels #grass eels #fishposting #me and my mutuals #idk #shitpost #marine biology #I love fishies :3 #garden eels

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applestruda · 6 months

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The Earth

#HE HAS SO MANY PLANTS I ASSOCIATE WITH HIM #sunflowerss and lilacs and poppies and bamboo and cactus #this guy is a whole garden 2 me #goodtimeswithscar #gtws fanart #secret life smp #secret life #traffic smp #trafficblr #my art #secret life spoilers

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marionette-j2x · 23 days

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"Oops! Wrong spell-"

This was a headcanon a friend in discord suggested last year before the season finale. It's been in my WIP file dusting (like my other stuff 👀). So basically just some Collector magic shenanigans happened and poof! They got body swapped- 💥

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raenysart · 1 year

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I made a little guy

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Update: his name is Scorching Ray and he has a sister named Burning Gaze!

See the family:

The Dragon Garden

#plant creature #flowers #i havent named him yet. but I love him #crafts #sculpture #dragons #plant dragon #my dragon garden

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whetstonefires · 1 year

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I do have a piece of writing advice, actually.

See, the first time I grew parsnips, I fucked it up good. I hadn't seen parsnips sprouting before, right, and in my eagerness I was keeping a close eye on the row. And every time I saw some intruding grass coming up, I twitched it right out, and went back to anticipating the germination of my parsnips.

But it turns out parsnips take a bit longer than anything else I'd ever grown to distinguish themselves visually. It's just the two little split leaves, almost identical to a newly seeded bit of kentucky bluegrass when they first come up, and they take a good bit to establish themselves and spread out flat before the main stem with its first distinctive scallopy leaf gets going.

I didn't get any parsnips, not that year, because I'd weeded them all out as soon as they showed their faces, with my 'ugh no that's grass' twitchy horticulture finger.

The next year, having in retrospect come to suspect what had happened, I left the row alone and didn't weed anything until all the sprouts coming up had all had a bit to set in and show their colors, and I've grown lots of parsnips since. They're kind of a slow crop, not a huge return, but I like them and watching them grow and digging them up, and their papery little seeds in the second year, if you don't harvest one either on purpose or because you misjudged the frost, so it's worth it.

Anyway, whenever I see someone stuck and struggling with their writing who's gotten into that frustration loop of typing a few words, rejecting them, backspacing, and starting again, I find myself thinking, you gotta stop weeding your parsnips, man.

#hoc est meum #writing #gardening #parsnips #i have plenty of writing and content generation difficulties of my own i will not pretend to mastery #but this is a failstate i've gotten pretty good at recognizing and shutting down

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die-rosastrasse · 2 months

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Analogues I took at Versailles last Summer

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skipppppy · 9 months

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Oh fuck I uh I just realised that Everything Stays now also gets to be about Simon. He’s changed so much but he’s also exactly the same. The world he lives in is different, alien, isolating. He was a normal man, then he spent some 1000 years in a dreamlike state, and now he’s normal again but everything is different. He carries that trauma in everything he does even though he’s “better now.” He was waiting in the garden so long for someone to turn him around but the underside is lighter. Only he seems to notice that he’s faded. Ever so slightly. Daily and nightly. In little ways