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faguscarolinensis · 8 months
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Solidago caesia / Wreath Goldenrod at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC
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thebotanicalarcade · 9 months
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n148_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Flowers of the field and forest.. Boston,S.E. Cassino,1882.. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/17534373
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minorbugfixes · 5 months
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Samhain 🍂🍄✨️🍁
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shesingspraise · 8 months
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Look at this... 👀
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druidessgeek · 10 months
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Doric x female Druid reader
I know it sounds silly to have Druid with another Druid but hear me out. Doric played a more martial and offensive role in combat. The way I’m imagining a Druid reader is more in the support role that you have the option to be in game. Definitely Keyleth vibes but not outright. She hangs back, preferring to use her healing and buffing spells to help the party win the fight. Anyway, I originally wrote this really angsty but didn’t want my first fanfic posted for others to possibly read to be angst. No shade on angst writers I just didn’t want that to be my start
- [ ] Takes her a bit to warm up to you. She is worried she’ll say something stupid or sound like the inexperienced Druid she is.
- [ ] You catch her staring at you a lot though, and she tries to look away from you when you catch the tiefling’s gaze so after a long fight with a warlock trying to sacrifice innocents to his god, you finally sit next to her in front of the camp fire after catching her gaze on you.
- [ ] She is internally screaming when you start inspecting her injuries and casting a quick cure wounds on her scrapes.
- [ ] She confides in you after this. “I never learned much magic. You must think me a bad Druid.”
- [ ] You tell her that it doesn’t make her any less a Druid. That everyone has a role to play. Just because you chose the path of the healer, the nurturer, the caretaker, doesn’t make her path less valid
- [ ] “Any Druid who can take out a red mage while wild shaped is doing great at her vocation, love. Trust the process. Your time on this plane is far from over.”
- [ ] This makes the tiefling blush. You then make it a goal to see her blush at least once a day
- [ ] She asks you to teach her what the rangers couldn’t. Their knowledge of magic is respectable but no formal ritual, she knows even being good with wild shaping and a quick polymorph has left her behind in her Druidic knowledge.
- [ ] Her first lesson begins that night. She learns her first healing spell, which she then uses on a black eye you hadn’t noticed on yourself, touching it tenderly as tendrils of light soothe the inflamed bruise.
- [ ] You two are as thick as thieves after that. She comes with you when you go foraging on your travels. She can already identify most plants in the woods but some of them aren’t for food.
- [ ] You show her how to turn poisonous plants and fungus into potions to coat rocks for her sling. And you teach her how to make healing potions.
- [ ] You start noticing little flowers being left upon your things. Flowers she notices you cooing at gently under the canopy. Daffodils and bee balm in the spring. Goldenrod in the summer
- [ ] You weave them into little crowns and wreaths that you wear on your head and as bracelets, much to your fellow Druid’s poorly concealed excitement. She has to keep herself from picking every flower in the woods.
- [ ] The best part are the bees and butterflies that seem to surround you in almost a halo, sampling the nectars of the flowers, landing on your nose, and Doric, staring at you like you’re the goddess of nature herself.
- [ ] She has to keep herself from kissing you when you tell off an ignorant duke for assuming Doric evil. You even shield her from his judging gaze, returning it upon him and shaming him in front of the whole court for his willful ignorance.
- [ ] “If she’s evil for having horns and a tail, what’s that make you, my lord, for having none of this? Do they not have mirrors in your kingdom?”
- [ ] No one’s ever defended her like this. And it gives her hope. Maybe not all humans are awful. At least, not her human.
- [ ] She stays up with you on watches staring up at the stars while the others rest. She gives herself so little credit in her Druidic abilities but the way she looks up at the stars captivates you. Each constellation a unique personality, each star a close friend.
- [ ] You share your first kiss beneath those stars. She just can’t help it when she looks back down to earth and sees the most beautiful woman staring back at her like nothing else on the planet matters. She cradles your face in her hands and kisses you so gently, so tenderly that the sound of moth’s wings could have been louder.
- [ ] You’re both startled from your romance when you hear Edgin, wide awake and sarcastic as always. “It’s about time.”
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vandaliatraveler · 2 years
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Photos from a walk in Appalachia’s late summer woods. The flowers of spring have now borne their late summer fruit, fungi rule the forest floor, and the intoxicating perfume of dying ferns fills the air.
From top: the incandescent red berries of partridgeberry (Mitchella repens), which illuminate the forest understory wherever its creeping foliage grows; a gorgeous Pholiota cluster, possibly golden pholiota (Pholiota aurivella); the ripening, spotted berries of false Solomon’s seal (Maianthemum racemosum), which will turn bright red by October; the luminous orange-red berries of yellow mandarin (Prosartes lanuginosa), also known as yellow fairybells; the deep purple-blue fruit of Indian cucumber-root (Medeola virginiana); common puffball (Lycoperdon perlatum), just now fruiting in the local woods; white snakeroot (Ageratina altissima), a deadly beauty infamous for diary poisonings in the 1800′s; and bluestem goldenrod (Solidago caesia), also known as wreath goldenrod, an elegant, shade-tolerant perennial unusual among goldenrods in that its flowers grow from the leaf axils rather than from long panicles at the ends of the stems.
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sidewalkchemistry · 2 years
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Goldenrod (Solidago spp., Asteraceae)
Each fall, all across North America, goldenrod lights up meadows and fields with a refreshing blend of ruggedness and jubilation. In addition to the sunshine it lends to the landscape, its flowers attract native pollinators and beneficial insects. Goldenrod’s piney-tasting leaves and flowers are an important medicinal remedy for the urinary, digestive, and respiratory systems. The goldenrod genus encompasses one hundred species of late-blooming, knee- or hip-high herbaceous perennials...
Crush a goldenrod leaf when the plant is in bloom to familiarize yourself with its unique aroma. I detect hints of resin and seaside in the fragrance; a perfect blend of salt and balsam. If you have multiple species growing in your region, get to know their nuances by tasting and smelling the leaves (after you’ve properly identified the plant to be goldenrod!). Some varieties are more bitter, others more astringent, and some specialize in resinous flavors. Sweet goldenrod (S. odora) possesses honeyed hints of anise or licorice and is a prized beverage tea...
‼️However, make sure you have properly identified your species as a true goldenrod in the Solidago genus! Proper identification to genus is crucial as there are yellow-flowered aster family members that are deadly toxic, including ragwort and groundsel (these belong to the Senecio genus and its close relatives)...
With a diversity of species to choose from and native habitats ranging from bog, to alpine meadow, to maritime dunes, you can be sure to find one that will thrive in most any niche...
Goldenrod flowers in the late summer to early fall, at a time when most gardens could really use some perkiness. Spend just a few moments observing the pollinators flocking to the golden sprays, and you will appreciate how important a role it plays in sustaining local insect populations. Goldenrod supports over one hundred species of caterpillars, making it a useful plant for calling in local butterfly populations. It also attracts garden beneficials, such as praying mantises, ladybugs, assassin bugs, damsel bugs, syrphid flies, and parasitic wasps. The nectar is popular with many butterflies, including monarchs...
Goldenrod’s resiny flavor nicely melds with both vinegar and honey. Meadowsweet and goldenrod make a lovely pair in mead or as a naturally fermented homemade soda...
Goldenrod is an important dermatological aid for sores, infections, toothache, burns, and wounds...
Freshly picked goldenrod flowers lend a cheery splash of gold to bouquets, and the dried flowers are absolutely lovely in wreaths and everlasting bouquets...The blooms are used to dye silk and wool, lending a golden to olive-green color, depending on the type of mordant employed.
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atomiccupcakepatrol · 8 months
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August 1 - Lammas - The First Harvest Sabbat
Now is the time when you can see fruits of all the hard work – the time of harvest: Give offerings and thanks to the land, deities and spirits who help you all the way and your ancestors. Feed the bees 🐝 and hummingbirds with sweet water stations. Make a harvest wreath from 🌾 , goldenrod, sunflowers 🌻 and red clover ☘️ to hang on your door and welcome abundance to your home. Decorate your…
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It was a nice brisk autumn afternoon and you decided that it was a lovely day to go on a hike, not too cold, not too hot. As you had gotten to your chosen trail you breathed in the fresh air and looked at the world around you, most of the trees still had a bit of leaves left on them, ranging from goldenrod, to orange, to a medium toned brown, but there were still plenty of fallen leaves on the ground, some of which emitted a crunch when you stepped upon them. As you kept on trekking the trail you saw animals ranging from squirrels scavenging the ground for some fallen nuts or seeds to hide over the following winter to a rabbit rushing over to it's burrow. But as you trekked, something your peripheral vision caught your attention. It was a lovely and quaint-looking cottage with a little greenhouse next to it. It's paint was a lovely pale yellow, not aged white paint, but a soft yellow with a black roof. It had a lovely porch, not too big but not too small, either. It was supported by white posts and next to the door was a rocking chair and at one end was a hung porch swing. Smoke billowed out of the chimney and there was firewood already pre-cut, presumably ready for it's turn in the fireplace. The trail forked at this point, one path going towards what you presumed was the rest of the hike and the other path going towards this person's lovely humble aboad. For some reason, you felt compelled to go on the path towards the cottage. As you got closer you noticed that this person was growing some garden sage, thyme, rosemary, and bay leaves in their greenhouse. The frames of the greenhouse were painted a deep forest green. Soon you got up to this person's porch. Hung upon the black door was a set of bells, a stick pentacle, and an autumnal themed wreath. You again felt compelled by something to knock on the door. After you knocked on the door you heard someone shout "One moment!" Before they noticably rushed over to the door. Soon they opened the door. Their skin was pale with brown spotting that looks to be freckling but you couldn't be too sure. They had long curly lavender hair with a black bandanna on. They had round silver glasses. Upon their shoulders was a small black cat with a stubtail. they were wearing a black button up and lavender skirt with suspenders. You also noticed that they had two dogs, one standing at one side, and the other one on the other side. One was fawn in color with a cream colored face, brown eyes and rose-shaped ears, like the type you'd see with some Australian Shepherds. The other is a black-and-fawn brindle with some white markings on the feet and chest. That dog also has brown eyes, but instead of rose-shaped ears they have pricked or erect ears, the type you'd commonly see in other Shepherd breeds. They smiled lightly, "Well hello there! What brought you here to my doorstep on this fine autumn afternoon?" "I was just going for a hike and then I saw this cottage from my peripheral vision and felt compelled to come over." "Ah yes, I see, I see, come in." They invited you in.
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Hey there! I'm Aphelion, but you may call me Aphe or Helios. My pronouns primarily are neopronouns, a safe theme to go for if you are unsure, as I don't want to link my pronoun list atm are space themed ones. But I also am okay with they/them, as I know neos can be difficult to grasp. I am a newly turned 18 year old and I've been a witch on and off for a little over two years. I consider myself to be an intermediate. I'm disabled, chornically ill, and neurodivergent as well. Matter of fact, the pets described in the little setting piece before this are based off my real life pets and the brindle dog is my Service Dog in Training named Azalea, she is a Dutch Shepherd/Labrador Retriever cross with some possible German Shorthaired Pointer in her, which is what we think gave her her white markings as those also have ticking. The other two pets that are described are Mr. Midnight, the black cat. Named after the black cat from one of my favorite indie psychological horror games, Fran Bow. The fawn-and-cream Australian Shepherd/Golden Retriever cross is named Daffodil. All three of them are my darlings whom I love dearly. Animals, especially marine animals, have been a special interest of mine since I was young and I eventually want to get certified to be a dog trainer and once I make enough stable money through authorship and maybe making and selling dog gear, run a non-profit service dog program, geared on any service dog besides guide dogs, although light guide work could be included, just not the whole shabang. I specify that because a lot of programs which train medical alert & response, psychiatric alert & response, hearing alert & response, allergen detection, and mobility assistance service dogs are for-profit organizations that are astronomically expensive, whereas there are plenty of non-profit guide dog programs. Ah yeah, if you couldn't tell from the piece before this, I am a writer, novelist, and a poet. I primarily write fantasy, sci-fi, and contemporary for the novel side and non-fiction poetry based on my own life experiences for the, well, poetry side. I also like to play video games, mainly Genshin Impact, Minecraft, and Pokemon. I am my witchcraft server's resident Xiao main. I am very much considered an eclectic witch as well as an eclectic pagan. Primarily I am a crystal witch, cosmic witch, and chaos witch. I have wanted to dip my toes in draconic witchcraft for a little over a year now but just have had way too much on my plate to find the time to research. However with being eclectic, I pretty much use a little bit of every open type of witchcraft. It's actually the reason why I chose the meme role "A little bit of everything, all of the time" on the server I'm in, as my role list is probably one of- if not the- longest role lists on the server. Largely because of how many types of witchcraft I've dipped my toes into. As for my eclectic paganism, I work with Apollon and Loki, and soon want to dip my toes into worshipping a few deities, I have an interest in starting with either Brigid, Artemis, Hades & Persephone as a duo, or Hekate. You'll primarily see me reblog important infographics, however I may post other things witchy, and I also may offer divination requests, because my divination skills need to be sharpened, however I will only start offering in a certain window, and then after that certain window, close down the requests and get through the requests whenever I am able to. Oh if it isn't obvious with my pronouns, I am non-binary spec, I specifically identify with the xenogender, genderhaze, which means my gender feels foggy. For me that's probably due to my medical issues. I also fall under the aromantic and asexual umbrellas. And I think that that about sums it up. So I must bid thee adieu for now.
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reignthem · 1 year
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this,  just  like  the  signal  of  burnishing  leaves  outside  slowly  losing  their  green  in  favor  of  burnt  umber    &    goldenrod,  is  the  liminal  space  of  their  relationship.    there’s  no  more  denial  associated  with  late  nights  or  text  messages,  or  furtive,  sideways  glances.      
but  anything  more  than  that?    
spending  anything  approaching  quality  time,  touching  daylight  activities  as  a  pair,  has  slipped  into  categorical  avoidance.    until  now.    sam  has  a  fresh  mug  of  coffee  dusted  with  a  festive  smattering  of  cinnamon  in  one  hand,  hip  propped  against  the  kitchen  counter.    the  house,  decorated  with  autumnal  wreaths  in  the  windows    &    cartoonish  decals,  is  ready  for  the  season.    an  assortment  of  ingredients  sits  between  a  careful  arrangement  of  gourds  to  be  tended  to.    
sam’s  eyebrow  arches  over  a  sip  toward  @ceremonially​​.      “    you  can  stay,  if  you  want.    i’m  making  cookies  for  ruby’s  soccer  team  before  the  last  game.    ”  
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Collected on This Day: September 6
by Mason Heberling
September 6, 1952: 66 years ago
...and recollected September 6, 2018
These specimens (and more) were collected on September 6, 1952 near Compton’s Mills (near Salisbury, PA, Somerset County) by Leroy Henry and Werner Buker. Henry was a long time Curator of Botany at the museum (1937-1973), and Buker was a math teacher at Perry High School, who was also a very active botanist at the museum.  Collectively, they collected nearly 50,000 specimens in the Carnegie Museum herbarium!
These specimens are part of a larger project ongoing in the Section of Botany at the Carnegie Museum.  Starting last year, we are revisiting historic sites across Western Pennsylvania, where former botanists have collected.  We are revisiting these sites in order to record and monitor biological change in the Anthropocene.  Are the same species present? (local extinction or persistence) Are new species present? (newly introduced invasive species)
We are also recollecting specimens from these historic sites to compare specimens collected decades to a century ago, to those collected today. For example, how are species affected by climate change? Are species flowering earlier? How are plant communities affected by invasive species and introduced pests? These are just a few of the many questions that can be answered.
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With generous permission of the current landowner, we are able to recollect specimens at Compton’s Mills. Compton’s Mills is a site of a family-run historic grist/flour mill built in 1872 on the foundation of an even earlier mill. We have done some recollections at this site last spring, including specimens of the endemic Appalachian violet (Viola appalachiensis).  Compton’s Mills is also of special importance, as specimens collected from this site were used by Leroy Henry to formally describe species new to science (known as “type” specimens).  Read about our recollection in Spring 2017.
This year we are revisiting in the late summer/early fall.
With data from Compton’s Mills, in addition to repeatedly revisiting other sites across Western Pennsylvania, we will be able to document and understand a century of past, present, and future impacts of humans on the landscape-- a hallmark of the Anthropocene.  Some of our first recollections were featured in the We Are Nature exhibition.  Although this exhibition recently ended, specimens from this project will remain on display in the Hall of Botany.
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The wildflower specimens pictured here are welcomed signs of late summer and fall (left to right): common boneset (Eupatorium perfoliatum), tall ironweed (Vernonia altissima), wreath goldenrod (Solidago caesia).  
Mason Heberling is a Postdoctoral Research Fellow in the Section of Botany at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History. Museum employees are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences working at the museum.
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faguscarolinensis · 9 months
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Solidago caesia / Wreath Goldenrod at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC
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phae-undergrove · 2 years
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☽⦁──────── ⦁🌾⦁ ────────⦁☾
LAMMAS
CORRESPONDENCES
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Symbolism
Harvest Bounty Plentifulness Abundance Prosperity Transformation Purification Change
Astrological Sign
15° Leo
Planetary ruler
Sun
Deities
Lugh
Demeter
Ceres
Arris
Pomona
Dagon
Isis
Cerridwen
Adonis
Parvati
Dagon
Mercury
Osiris
Tammuz
Color Associations
Bronze
Brown
Gold
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Herbs &Plants
Calendula
Heather
Goldenrod
Peony
Yarrow
Vervain
Sunflower
Poppy
Basil
Hops
Marigold
Grape vine + leaves
Rosemary
Rose hips
Blackthorn
Acacia flowers
Aloes
Cornstalks
Frankincense
Hollyhock
Myrtle
Oak leaves
Wheat
Stones
Amber
Aventurine
Carnelian
Cat’s eye
Citrine
Granite
Lodestone
Marble
Moss agate
Obsidian
Peridot
Quartz
Rhodochrosite
Sardonyx
Tourmaline
Topaz (golden)
Incense
Aloe
Chamomile
Eucalyptus
Frankincense
Passion flower
Rose
Rose hips
Rosemary
Safflower
Sandalwood
Basil
Animals and Beasts
Calves
Centaurs
Griffin
Rooster
Phoenix
Symbols
Corn
Corn dollies
Flowers
Sheaves of grain
Sunflowers
The scythe
Threshing tools
Wheat stalks
Yellow Candles
Harvesting tools
Cornucopias
Gourds
Cauldrons
Food
All grains
Berries
Breads
Cheese
Cider
Corn
Early apples
Fruits
Herbal ‘sun tea
Herbs
Jellies and jam
Vegetables
Mushrooms
Garlic
Onion
Corn Bread
Honey
Nuts
ale
beer
whiskey
mead
Pies and cobblers
Potatoes
Grapes
Rituals & Activities
Harvesting all spells and hard work
Spells for health, abundance, careers, and connectedness
Bless marriages, babies, and homes
Appreciating what our Earth does for our lives
Reinforcing long-term spellwork
Make a wreath out of grain to honor the harvest
Go camping and perform your ritual in the woods
Have a picnic outdoors
Design an outdoor scavenger huntHave a picnic outdoors
Bake bread & pretzels
If you’d like to check out my break down post of Lammas click HERE
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andalorii · 3 years
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It was tough choosing a g1 to turn into an obelisk, since I had a bunch of good candidates, but I finally ended up going with this one, the colors are goldenrod / yellow / gold ~! Hahah yes I know, a gold statue obelisk, very original. I really like her sapphire gem eyes though. Maaaybe eventually I’ll come up with a more unique outfit but for now I’m really enjoying the way that wreath looks!!
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shesingspraise · 8 months
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dianasson · 3 years
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Celebrating Portunalia this August
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[Image descriptions: (1) my hand holding two small wreaths of wild flowers: Mugwort, Goldenrod, St John's Wort, Blue Vervain. (2) those wreaths on a silver tree between bowls of blood and wine (3) one wreath hanging from a brass doorknob by a red thread (4) my bloody hand held up before a blood and wine soaked doorstep beneath the small wreath. End descriptions.]
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