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geopsych · 3 days

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Wild blue phlox. They match the porch.

#pennsylvania #flowers #native plant gardening #wild blue phlox #blue woodland phlox #phlox divaricata #springtime #container gardening #april

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pointandshooter · 8 days

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wild blue phlox

photo: David Castenson

#wild flowers #wild blue phlox #photographers on tumblr #nature #original photography

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vandaliatraveler · 1 year

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Part 2: After the Rain - Life in an Appalachian Temperate Forest.

From top: Wild ginger (Asarum canadense), also known as Canadian snakeroot; Philadelphia fleabane (Erigeron philadelphicus), a lovely spring aster deserving of a more dignified name; white wood violet (Viola sororia albiflora), a white variation of the common blue violet; woodland phlox (Phlox divaricata), also called wild blue phlox; creeping phlox (Phlox stolonifera), a mountain native and the most delicate and beautiful of Appalachia’s many wonderful phlox species; and Allegheny blackberry (Rubus allegheniensis).

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speakingofnature · 1 year

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Wild Blue Phlox

Life presses on between the shadows and the light.

#Wild Blue Phlox #nature

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sophiasketches · 2 years

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#art #sunflower #wild blue phlox #flowers #flower drawing #naturedrawing

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faguscarolinensis · 18 days

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Phlox divaricata 'Blue Moon' / 'Blue Moon' Woodland Phlox at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

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surprisingmarch · 14 days

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Wild Flowers PT. 3

First Image: Virginia Spring Beauty

Second Image: Canadian Wood Betony

Third Image: Krigia Biflora

Forth Image: Heartleaf Foamflower, Striped Cream Violet, and Blue Phlox

Fifth Image: Cipura paludosa

Sixth Image: Blue Phlox and Wild Lime

Seventh Image: American Holly

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thebelmontrooster · 26 days

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3-31-24: First Wildflower Walk of 2024...

Hello everyone! I hope this post finds you well. We finally had a good soaking! Lighting, thunder, and lots of rain! The rain gauge said 1 3/4″ in the end. I went Moral mushroom hunting on Saturday and found around 20, but most of them were on the small side so I left them behind. I found a few that were big enough to fill a 9″ skillet. Then on Sunday, I went to my friend Kevin’s secluded woods…

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#Cardamine concatenata (Cut Leaved Toothwort)#Claytonia virginica (Virginia Spring Beauty)#Dicentra cucullaria (Dutchman&039;s Breeches)#Ellisia nyctelea (Aunt Lucy)#Erythronium albidum (White Fawnlily)#Phlox divaricata (Wild Blue Phlox)#Triosteum perfoliatum (Perfoliate Tinker&039;s Weed)#Viola pubescens (Downy Yellow Violet)

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transfemmasc-idol · 1 month

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┅★┅ Transfemmasc flag ┅★┅

where one is transfeminine and transmasculine in any way.

7 striped horizontal flag - colour from top to bottom - wild violet, Chinese pink, perennial phlox, gentle glow, sky blue, soft blue, wild violet.

#transfemmasc #transfemmasc-idol

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thornbushrose · 13 days

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I wanted to share a picture of my garden that I took yesterday. The blue flowers are phlox divaricata, aka woodland phlox or wild sweet william. It's a local wildflower that I have cultivated in my front flowerbed for years. In the distance you can see a red tulip. The phlox smells wonderful, kind of a sweet, honey-like fragrance. Wild sweet william is special to me because my grandma said she used to pick them when she was a little girl.

#garden #spring #phlox divaricata #wildflowers #wild sweet william

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ahedderick · 8 days

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Lovely, but troubling. All the flowers that usually begin blooming in early May began blooming in the third week of April, this year. I used to take my mother a bouquet of phlox (the white flowers above) and wild columbine every year for Mother's day, the second Sunday of May.

The flowers are: pink, bleeding heart; white, wild phlox; yellow, tulip; white&yellow, daffodil; blue, both English bluebells and Virginia bluebells. The greenery might be fire cherry, I need to look it up. Prunus pennsylvanica. If it is, I'm excited; the only wild cherry trees I'm used to seeing around here are Prunus serotina, which has tiny black cherries the size of a pea. I'd LOVE to find other types of wild cherries!

#farmblr #farm #spring flowers #springtime #flowercore #flowers #wildflowers #spring #trees #countryside

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vandaliatraveler · 29 days

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An Easter bouquet of some of Central Appalachia's finest spring wildflowers, courtesy of Core Arboretum at West Virginia University.

From top: cutleaf toothwort (Cardamine concatenata); Virginia spring beauty (Claytonia virginica); Carolina spring beauty (Claytonia caroliniana); sessile trillium (Trillium sessile); twinleaf (Jeffersonia diphylla); immature golden ragwort (Packera aurea); dwarf larkspur (Delphinium tricorne); Virginia bluebells (Mertensia virginica), including a rare white-flowered variation; woodland phlox (Phlox divaricata), also known as wild blue phlox; harbinger of spring (Erigenia bulbosa), also known as pepper and salt; Dutchman's breeches (Dicentra cucullaria); downy yellow violet (Viola pubescens); yellow trout lily (Erythronium americanum), also known as dog-tooth violet; and celandine poppy (Stylophorum diphyllum), also known as wood poppy.

#appalachia #vandalia #west virginia #spring #wildflowers #flora #core arboretum #west virginia university #morgantown

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bigoldeels · 11 months

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prettiest flowers in the forest!

[ID: small watercolor illustration of a great white trillium, three pink wild geraniums, and a scattering of blue woodland phlox blooms]

#watercolor #illustration #botany #botanical #botanical illustration #wildflowers #native plants #trillium #geranium #phlox #trans #bigeelsart

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weird-dirt-creature · 1 year

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Went for a walk by the creek to get out of the house!

Here we have Dutchman's Breeches, Spring Beauty, wood violet, wild blue phlox, bloodroot (not in bloom just yet, at least not this one) and a white trout lily, the first one I have personally ever found! It was beautiful and much needed.

#illinois wildflowers #illinois nature #dutchman's breeches #trout lily #wood violet #spring beauty #bloodroot #the creek! the creek!#nature hikes #my photos

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careysattheonsenagain · 2 years

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The Flowers of Hasetsu

Spring

Victor Nikiforov didn't know much about flowers. Yes, he knew a rose from a carnation from a lily. He'd worn floral crowns. He knew the adoring bouquets that littered the ice after his performances, the elegant boutennieres tucked into his lapel for formal events, the bountiful arrangements that lined the finer 'kiss and cries' on the circuit.

He knew his way around a florist shop. Victor Nikiforov had taste and style and how to point to whatever blooms looked 'charming' or 'seductive' or 'grateful' enough to say whatever was required of him to say to whomever he was required to say it.

He had visited the formal gardens of St. Petersburg with their fountains and statuary. Victor Nikiforov had wandered through these gardens alone.

It was not until he found himself in Hasetsu (rather, it was not until he found himself with Yuuri) that Victor ever really saw, or knew or understood flowers.

He had landed in Hasetsu in a flurry of sakura petals. Petals that soon fell from the trees filling every path, puddle of water or nook and cranny with splotches of vibrant pink. Although the few private gardens in town were small, green, traditionally Japanese spaces, flowers still managed to appear - sometimes carefully cultivated in beds and pots; other times shared with crowds at public parks or temple gardens, but just as frequently, in wild pockets where they had not been invited, but still seemed to know they belonged. They weren't everywhere, but where they were, they demanded to be seen.

After the sakura had withered and blown away, the ground warmed and the fields surrounding town flooded with brilliant blue nemophila, blazed with yellow canola flowers and were carpeted with the pinks of moss phlox. From above, wisteria seemed to drip off trellises and arbors. In between, even the most neatly trimmed hedges of azalea burst forth in fuschia flower when it was their season.

And somehow, Yuuri, who was certainly no gardener, knew all of the flowers and their names. He was as unsurprised by their appearance as he was by their beauty. He patiently answered all of Victor's questions (one memorable time blushing very prettily while he explained to Victor that nemophila were also known as 'baby blue eyes').

"Why does everything feel so different here in Japan?" Victor wondered. Every color was so saturated. Every fragrance so intense. Moist earth, green leaves, and then, the blossoms...

Was it the sunlight, the way it filtered through the clouds here in Saga prefecture? (Or was it Yuuri?) Was it the warm, sticky humidity? (Possibly Yuuri?) Was it the taste of the ocean's salty spray on Victor's lips? (No. Definitely Yuuri.)

(Victor was in love.)

The Rainy Season

Victor's favorite flowers were the hydrangeas. Yuuri had pointed out their tight green buds in May, explaining how they always appeared just before the rainy season began. Yuuri called them ajisai. The bushes grew in a small clearing along the road between the inn and the beach and seemed to belong to no one in particular. Yuuri and Victor walked or jogged or biked past the bushes so often that Victor couldn't help but notice each bud as it opened to reveal its own flower, each bunch of flowers ripening into a heavy globe of color - and not just one color either, for it seemed that whoever owned this plot of bushes had planted as many different varieties and colors as possible. One globe in particular caught Victor's eye. It contained colors ranging from burgundy purple to rich dark blue and its colors kept changing even after Victor had carefully cut the stem, placed the heavy head of blooms in a simple pottery vase from the inn's collection and then onto the desk in Yuuri's room next to his cactus plant. Victor had not visited Yuuri's room very often, but he felt compelled to leave this token, this flower, this message with an urgency that overcame any hesitation about invading Yuuri's privacy. He attempted to leave a note explaining the hydrangea, why it reminded him so much of Yuuri, but feeling rushed and with inadequate English words, all he managed was, "Yuuri, Thank you for letting me be your coach. It has been a privilege."

Somehow, it was enough and Victor did not think it was his imagination when, after the hydrangea and the note, he was invited into Yuuri's sanctum far more often - to review choreography or to listen to music or to watch movies or to just talk with Yuuri into the wee hours of the night.

(And was it coincidence that when it came time to have a costume made for Yuuri's free skate, Victor suggested the hydrangea's plum and violet and blue and indigo, all the rainy afternoon jewel tones that reminded Victor of Yuuri? All the colors that reminded Victor of how blessed he was to witness Yuuri's beauty as he discovered himself, as he fought to express who he truly was, as he continued to learn and change and grow?)

Summer

The rainy season soon ended, fading into the relentless heat of summer. The flowers kept blooming in waves of scent and color. Ostentatious irises, floating lotus flowers, ephemeral morning glories, golden-faced sunflowers...

After the trouble he had encountered articulating his feelings for Yuuri in written English, Victor doubled down on their learning each other's spoken languages and made flower names part of their game. Victor loved hearing Yuuri recite the names in Japanese (iris hanashobu, lotus renge, morning glory asagao, sunflower himawari)

One morning Victor returned from the shower to his room to find a neatly tied bundle of lavender on his dresser. Yuuri had written a simple note, "whenever I smell lavender, I think of you." And, indeed, Yuuri had a good nose. Victor's favorite cologne contained notes of lavender (rabenda). Victor blushed and started spritzing himself more liberally with said cologne each morning.

By September, when the pink and magenta cosmos (akizakura) were blooming in the fields and the firey spider lilies (manjushage) rimmed the rice terraces, this thing which had taken root and grown between Victor and Yuuri demanded to be seen and acknowledged. It was not the same thing that Victor had arrived in Hasetsu with careful plans of cultivating. It was not the same thing that Yuuri had shared with crowds of adoring fans. Instead, as Yuuri sat astride Victor's lap, his lips hovering a mere centimeter from Victor's, this ripe, lush, wholly new thing swelled in the increasingly small space between them exactly where, they both realized, it had always belonged.

Autumn

Victor had been told, of course, about his namesake, Vicchan, and knew how the dog's death had impacted Yuuri's performance last season, but they had never spoken of it. Victor wasn't sure how to broach a topic Yuuri had chosen to keep so private. Instead, it was with dahlias and chrysanthemums, flamboyant flowers on sturdy stems, that Victor chose to convey his love and understanding, quietly keeping the small pottery vases on the family altar filled with fresh fall blooms.

Autumn, 3 years later

Yuuri was unpacking the framed photos of Vicchan and Makkachin, placing them alongside empty vases and candleholders on their new family altar. "Where's Victor?" Yuuri asked and laughed as the small fluffy puppy ran out onto the engawa and barked.

Victor was digging holes again.

Yuuri and Victor had been so anxious to start their life together, but It had taken lots of patience to find the perfect home in Hasetsu. In the end, an elderly woman who lived in a lovely home just a stone's throw from the beach had heard of Yuuri and Victor's search and reached out the moment she decided to sell and move in with her daughter.

The house had a tile roof, was built of solid beautiful wood with paper walls and tatami mats. Although the house was traditionally Japanese in style, its gardens most assuredly would not be.

As much as Victor loved the green mossy space adjacent to the house with its shade and water basin and rocks, it was the sunnier rear of the garden that occupied his time. Victor was certainly no gardener (not yet anyway) but he was learning more and more as each old friend and new neighbor arrived with advise and with new plants or seeds or with carefully wrapped bare root transplants, with rhizomes or tubers, or even with a four foot tall sakura! (as the Katsukis had).

So, while Yuuri unpacked their things inside, Victor dug and planted and watered and knew that this garden would be beautiful, not because of the sunlight, the humidity or the salty ocean spray, but because of Yuuri, the smiling, surprising man striding purposefully towards him across the lawn, a fluffy puppy frolicking around his feet.

#yoi fanfic #yuri on ice #victuuri #yuri!!! on ice #language of flowers

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surprisingmarch · 14 days

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Wild Flowers