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skia-oura · 1 year
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A PSA About Spider Lilies for Fic Writers
I tend to lurk around the Boku no Hero fandom on Ao3 when I’m looking for fic, and there’s something that comes up with enough frequency that it bugs me (and maybe only me!): spider lilies.
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[Image: Two spider lilies, blooming, photo taken from a somewhat higher angle. More stalks of unbloomed lilies can be seen below the two clusters.]
In the fics they most often appear in, spider lilies are used as suicide-baiting flowers. Which I get! I’m pretty sure that I’ve seen it used a couple times in Japanese media in the same situation, and spider lilies are dramatic, gorgeous, bright, culturally appropriate. I love spider lilies, and I don’t think it’s a bad idea to use them for this purpose in writing fic.
The problem is that the authors keep placing these fresh spider lilies on students’ desks way outside of their growing season.
But it’s fic! You say. You can do anything! You say. People don’t necessarily know when spider lilies grow! You say. And you’re not wrong--but also, that’s why I’m writing this post.
Spider lilies grow--in my experience--somewhere between the last couple weeks of September and the first couple weeks of October. It’s currently September 28th, and I have been enjoying having them pop up the past week+. They’re gorgeous and absolutely everywhere in the  countryside. I’m admittedly not sure how that translates to more urban areas.
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[Image: An image of a rural landscape of terraced rice fields. In the foreground are several spider lilies, enough that they are almost a cloud of red. Several clusters of red lilies can be seen in the background, often following the ridges between each terraced field. There are pedestrians walking along a path in the distant background.] [photo sourced from yamap.com]
My point is that if it’s February in your fic in Japan and your character comes to class and finds spider lilies on their desk, they should be confused, if only for a moment. In a world like BNHA, it wouldn’t be impossible to get the spider lilies--you can make up whatever quirk you’d like to get them there--but it would definitely be abnormal. They grow over the period of a month. To my knowledge, they’re not bred to occur year round, not like white chrysanthemums (an actual flower for funerals and for remembering deceased relatives on a more regular basis), and they’re unlikely to be bred for precisely the same reasons they’re used in fic for the first place: they’re death flowers. You can enjoy them where they grow, but they don’t belong in the home.
TLDR; Guys, spider lilies have a limited growing season and it kills me every time I read a fic where they’re blooming outside that season.
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leisure-lawn · 4 months
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Blooming Beauty: Creative Flower Bed Ideas for Oklahoma Gardens
In the heartland of America, where the winds sweep down the plains and the sun beats warmly on the soil, creating a vibrant and colorful garden can be a rewarding endeavor. Oklahoma's unique climate and diverse landscapes provide an excellent canvas for experimenting with various flower bed ideas. Whether you're a seasoned gardener or a novice with a green thumb, these creative suggestions will help you transform your outdoor space into a blooming paradise.
Native Delights
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Drought-Tolerant Wonders
Oklahoma is no stranger to periods of drought, so it's essential to choose flowers that can withstand dry spells. Opt for drought-tolerant varieties such as lavender, Russian sage, or yarrow. These not only add a touch of elegance to your garden but also require minimal watering, making them perfect for the water-conscious gardener. Incorporate decorative mulch to retain soil moisture and add a polished finish to your flower bed.
Colorful Seasons
Flower bed ideas Oklahoma to create a flower bed that evolves with the seasons, providing year-round visual interest. Plan your garden layout with flowers that bloom in different seasons, ensuring a continuous display of colors. For spring, tulips and daffodils bring a burst of freshness, while summer can be adorned with zinnias and sunflowers. As fall approaches, consider planting chrysanthemums and asters for a warm, autumnal feel. This thoughtful arrangement guarantees a dynamic and ever-changing landscape in your Oklahoma garden.
Wildflower Meadows
Embrace the natural beauty of Oklahoma by creating a wildflower meadow in your garden. Scatter native wildflower seeds such as coreopsis, milkweed, and goldenrod to mimic the enchanting look of the state's untouched landscapes. Not only does this approach require minimal maintenance, but it also attracts pollinators like butterflies and bees, contributing to the overall health of your garden ecosystem.
Rock Garden Elegance
Incorporate the rugged charm of Oklahoma's landscapes by designing a rock garden within your flower bed. Choose native stones and arrange them strategically to create terraces or pathways. Plant drought-resistant succulents like sedum and hens-and-chicks among the rocks for a visually striking and low-maintenance garden. This design not only adds texture but also reflects the natural character of the Oklahoma terrain.
With a bit of creativity and a nod to Oklahoma's unique climate, your garden can become a vibrant oasis of color and texture. From native plant choices to strategic seasonal planning, these flower bed ideas in Oklahoma offer a diverse range of options for any gardener looking to make a statement in the Sooner State. So, roll up your sleeves, grab your gardening tools, and let your imagination bloom in the heartland.
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3 tips when planting flower seeds
Having a garden at home certainly brings a lot of satisfaction. It allows you to be active while working on it, gives us a more embellished, fresh and purified home, and provides us with a place for recreation and relaxation. However, it must be taken into account that to keep it lush and colourful, it is important to give it the corresponding dedication, considering the type of plants you want to have, for the best quality Buy Farm Seeds.
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Select flowers that are easy to grow
Planting flowers is a process that requires time and dedication. However, it will give us great joy when you see the first petals. In addition, Exotic Flower Seeds are very affordable, giving us the freedom to plant as many as you want.
Pansy: can be kept in the sun or semi-shade (as long as it receives enough light). Resists cold and inhibits weed growth. The soil must be kept moist, so it is necessary to water it according to its needs. They bloom in the fall, but they can last until spring in warm climates.
Lavender: it is also essential that it receives direct sun. Watering should be moderate since it resists dry temperatures very well and extreme cold. In addition, it is not demanding in terms of soil quality due to its rustic character.
Chrysanthemums: it is a seasonal flower, so once the spring-summer is over, it withers and loses its flowers. They require a lot of light and fresh and ventilated spaces. It is important to fertilize them well in winter to bloom strongly as soon as the sun returns.
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Another one is the carnation and the nasturtium, so it only remains for us to choose their favourite colours: pink, orange, yellow, and purple, among others, and play with the distribution.
Prepare the soil with compost
Preparing the soil is also essential, so the flower is properly nourished. Therefore, it is necessary to dig a few centimetres deep, with the help of a pointed shovel or a fork, and, later, add a quality fertilizer. There are fertilizers for all types of plants and others that are specific for each flower, although you can also choose to create your own. Exotic Seeds require organic matter (vegetable peels), boil them and then place them at the bottom. The fertilizer should cover at least 6 cm deep in the soil to promote decomposition.
Different flowers are likely to require a different planting depth depending on how tall they grow, so it's important to learn about the needs of other flower seeds.
spread the seeds well
When sowing the seeds, it is important to spread them evenly throughout the designated area. Otherwise, the flowers will bump into each other when growing and are likely to wilt prematurely or grow weak. Flowers, just like any plant, require enough space for their roots to grow and receive enough nutrients without affecting the others.
Depending on the square meters that you have available, it is also possible to take the opportunity to mix flowers of different colours and group them by their flowering time, so Buy Flower Seeds for your garden alive throughout the year.
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Chrysanthemums Blooming on a Terrace, Eugène Henri Cauchois  (French, 1850–1911)
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neoyorzapoteca · 3 years
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home! home! home!
the jasmine froths up like clouds, the bougainvillea is rampant in fuchsia and gold, the honeysuckle creeps up through the morning glories trumpeting blue over the fence, and the yellow-frocked hibiscus peeps at us as we sit on the terrace – rosemary luscious in giant bushes, lavender all around – spindly new orquídeas show off their first flowers next to the well-established chrysanthemums flanking the door; the palm is a giant pineapple whose fronds make a shady sitting-room of one corner of the garden, and the carissas with their starflowers and strange sweet-astringent fruits make a thorny fragrant hedge of the back walls – cypresses tower stories over the house, perches for the morning eagles, and the little citrus trees are becoming a tiny orchard at the bottom of the slope, with lemons and still-green caracara oranges and blossoms white and heady . . . a red anthurium is a beautiful alien blooming in the corner by the water-heater, the plumbago spills over the sides of the house and wraps the iron dome of the well in blue, the marigolds sprout cheery among the lettuce and my own mother-aloe has borne a dozen fat children that nestle happily about; the smallest toad is settled in the rainy season mud with what looks like great satisfaction, perhaps as much as mine as I hop barefoot from stone to stone along the just-embedded paths that wind about the house; it has been one year and eight months and there are new leafy friends everywhere; I am waiting for a giant magnolia blossom to open and seduce me; I am waiting for the lluvia de oro to come into its own and make a yellow spectacle against its backdrop of jacarandas; I am waiting for the coquito to give me little pink paintbrushes and for the lantanas to revive from the season's soaking, for the loquat to fruit, for the ceiba to grow tall, for the damask rose to give me another gem; a few years have transformed a dry yard into a humble paradise and a couple of decades will turn it into a marvel, and I am lucky, so lucky, to be able to retreat to the little house in the hills that is more garden than house, where the air is clean and the sky is lovely and there is a small dog who pads gently and quietly wherever I go, wagging at my side as I sink my nose into each and every flower that my parents planted just because I imagined it; here a lily; here a gardenia; here twin frangipanis in the cactus garden greeting all who enter, despite the magueyes with their razor points –
some places make joy a simple thing to find
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firewoodfigs · 4 years
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no matter the hearts you burn, in mine you shall always remain 
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[I highly recommend reading on ao3 instead because of the long notes. also because I have no idea how to centralise things on Tumblr 🤣]
for @moms-made-fullmetal-2020, day 7: farewells and new beginnings. thank you once again @waddiwasiwitch​ for organising such a lovely event! 
Summary: The label ‘bastard’ bears multiple meanings for Roy Mustang, who is the result of a dangerous, illicit affair between two childhood lovers. The story begins in an Imperial Court, deep in the heart of Xing.
Translations: 
要选 (yào xuǎn) means "want to choose", but Yao Xuan’s name would probably be written as 姚璇 (yáo xuán) in Xingese. The first character is a common Chinese surname and what I’m guessing is the Xingese equivalent for the Yao clan, and the second character means “jade”. Hence why Yao Xuan mentions that her name is a wordplay on “choice” later on.
亲爱的 (qīn ài de) - dear; a term of affection.
再见 (zài jiàn) - farewell, goodbye.
心肝 (xīn gān) - darling; a term of endearment. However, translated literally, it means “heart and liver”.  
A/N: I know Ling’s name in FMA is structured as Ling Yao, but for the purposes of this fic I rearranged the name such that the clan name comes first - hence Yao Xuan instead of Xuan Yao (in part because the latter has a different meaning). It’s also common for surnames to come first for Chinese names. 
Songs: Chrysanthemum Terrace, Endless Love
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The Imperial Court is a terribly lonely place.
Underneath every smile plastered on perfect porcelain is a heart that mourns and yearns for a life outside the palace. Engraved on walls of gold and jade are recurring motifs of phoenixes and dragons, a reminder to all the concubines sequestered within to remember who they serve. Who their heart rightfully belongs to for the rest of their lives.
The Supreme Eminence, the Sovereign Emperor.
Her fate is inescapable from the day she was born. You are the oldest daughter of the Yao clan, Yao Xuan. It is your duty to produce an heir for the Emperor, for us. She doesn’t have a say in the matter, doesn’t have a choice, because her destiny has been plotted out like a graph from birth.
It’s only been months since she entered the Imperial Court as a concubine, but Yao Xuan finds herself already suffocated by the politics and overwhelming expectations of perfection that line every crevice, every footstep. Mornings are a particularly tiresome affair - she awakes even before the sun rises, to begin dressing up for a man that she’s frankly not even interested in.
But he owns your life now.
The entire thing is ritualistic, but doesn’t offer a sliver of comfort like a religious ritual might have. She sinks gracefully into the warm bathtub filled with red petals for her at six in the morning, before letting the ladies under her dry and tug at her raven tresses methodically. It hurts - the teeth of the jade comb stabs at her scalp mercilessly, and is an added weight to the already heavy burden on her shoulders. Her face is powdered alabaster with lead, eyebrows darkened with charcoal and lips painted a bright crimson, before she’s swathed tightly in gold satin and scarlet silk.
Though red represents prosperity in Xing, she finds there is nothing prosperous about dressing up everyday for a man who only spares her a momentary glance as he scans the throng of women lined up orderly at the paulownia pavilion for him.
Who shall it be today, Your Majesty?
Secretly, Yao Xuan begs for the Emperor to not pick her for the night, in spite of the pleasant, seductive smile that tugs at her lips mechanically whenever he saunters past her. His eyes scan her like she’s nothing more than a slab of meat at the market, and she finds her heart shattering every time she remembers a man who looked at her like she was the world to him.
Christopher Mustang. He’s nothing more than a forbidden fruit now, but it’s the fact that he’s dangled in front of her that exacerbates the cruelty. Once he was her childhood lover, but now he’s a soldier - General Mustang - in the Imperial Court who’s sworn fealty to the same sovereign entity.
She wishes this was not their destiny, but fate is cruel and ineluctable and they can only share forlorn, fleeting glances whenever she strolls past him after another day of rejection to return to the royal chambers with the other ladies to dabble in senseless politicking disguised by equally mindless embroidery.
Sewing has never been one of Yao Xuan’s talents, but there’s really nothing else to do in the stifling confines of the palace. Her fingers ache as she pricks herself with the needle, but it pales in comparison to the pain that shreds through her as she laments for a love and desire buried deep within by the immeasurable weights of duty and destiny.
~x~
Years pass, and spring comes in full bloom.
Yao Xuan is a wonderful sight to behold in the warmth of spring. Her cheeks are suffused in pink, mirroring the petals falling delicately above her, a lilac robe embracing her magnificent figure. But in spite of her beauty the Emperor waltzes past her in his full regalia without even passing a glance, and with every step she finds her self-worth getting trampled on.
The other members of the Yao clan have expressed their displeasure many, many times at the very apparent lack of an heir, but there’s nothing she can do. It’s all a matter of chance, and there’s nothing she can do to improve her luck: concubines are not allowed into the Emperor’s room unless they’re chosen.
(It’s strangely paradoxical, because her name’s a wordplay on choice, but she’s neither chosen nor given a choice.)
The routine repeats itself: she returns to her chambers after receiving a severe scolding from the other members of the Yao clan for being utterly, utterly useless. The only thing that stings is the needle - she refuses to let tears sting her eyes in front of them. Instead, she bows her head subserviently and promises to do better the next time, but her feet wander when night falls.
Yao Xuan finds herself at the paulownia pavilion again, admiring the lotuses that float gracefully atop shallow waters and decorate them in flecks of white and pink.
Purity and enlightenment.
There’s nothing enlightening about her entire predicament - she doesn’t know what else can be done to make herself more attractive to the Emperor, but every dismissal comes with disapproval and disappointment, and it’s a painful pill to swallow. It sits uncomfortably in her gut as she drums her fingers against the chrysanthemum-coloured balustrades to distract herself from the nauseating feeling bubbling in her throat.
“Lady Yao? What are you doing out here so late at night?” The familiar voice of her childhood lover abates the nausea a little.
“Just thinking, General Mustang.” She turns to look at him, but her resolve crumples along with her face when she witnesses his kind, strong stature under the moonlight. There’s nothing more I want than to be with you, qīn ài de.
“Are you alright?” General Mustang stands with a respectable distance between them, but she sees love and sincerity pooling in his eyes, and her own desire that she’s tried to suppress since her entrance to the Imperial Court makes a fiery resurgence.
“... I’m not,” and she begins to cry. Instinctively, he wants to embrace her, whisper sweet nothings into her crown of black tresses, but he can’t.
General Mustang grips the hilt of his blade in an attempt to resist temptation, but she inches forward daintily to reach for his hand, and his resolve likewise falters. He automatically responds in kind when she rests her palm on his, and he’s quick to intertwine his fingers around hers, tracing circles on the back of her palm while murmuring soothing platitudes.
In the end, years of suppressed desire inundates them, and despite the alarm bells ringing in their heads their feet move involuntarily, as if possessed by some kind of uncontrollable automatism, towards Yao Xuan’s chambers. She disrobes, he disarms, and their bare bodies finally become one in the darkness.
There’s nothing pure about their union, only immoral, but it’s the first time they’ve felt happiness after an eternity of loneliness and despair.
~x~
sentenced to death 
even before you were born curse the stars, cruel fate — they have damned you! but i knew, even then you were born to be loved in my womb, in my heart i carry you with all my love.
~x~ 
She’s not sure if the nausea is due to the tempestuous storm of emotions writhing in her gut after enduring incessant reprimands and lashings from the other members of the Yao clan, or the symptoms of something a lot more petrifying.
But it persists for weeks, and she’s late.
Late.
A terrifying consequence after an illicit affair. It goes without saying that they’ll both be executed upon discovery, for it is impossible that this is the Emperor’s scion. After all, he’s never even laid a hand on her, and the only logical conclusion is that the child growing inside her belongs to her lover.
The inevitable fate that awaits them is only death and dishonor. They would face opprobrium in its most unadulterated form, no doubt, and she would be exiled from the Yao clan for the shame she’s brought to her family’s name.
Yao Xuan could bear dying alone, being humiliated and scorned by her clan, but the thought of her lover and her unborn child being murdered alongside her kills her.
An unborn, innocent child who has done nothing wrong except exist.
Despite the wrongness of the whole situation, there’s a part of her that’s secretly elated - excited, even. For this was the fruit of their love, and her heart was already beginning to bloom with adoration for her son. Or daughter, but her maternal instincts convince her that it will be a son.
Fortunately, she’s not selected by the Emperor that day. Yao Xuan endures the rest of the day with as much normalcy as she can before making her way to a secluded veranda at night that’s a safe spot away from prying eyes.
She spots General Mustang, who has received her note earlier in the day to meet her here at midnight, and walks to his side.
“What’s the matter, Lady Yao?”
Yao Xuan doesn’t speak. Instead, she bends over gracefully to pick up three abandoned petals on the ground and lifts it up to his eyes, her other hand resting on the barely discernible swell of her stomach.
General Mustang’s eyes widen. They’ve known each other for years, and it’s easy for him to understand her message immediately.
Pregnant. With our child.
He closes the remaining distance between them and splays an open palm on her stomach.
“I plan to run away with this child, General.” Alone. The implication is clear - she doesn’t want him to be involved, doesn’t want him to be stripped of his title and suffer a dishonorable discharge and be executed.
But there’s nothing more dishonorable than leaving the woman I love to go through this alone. “Not by yourself, Yao Xuan.”
She pushes his palm away gently from her stomach, and meets his gaze with a stern one, trying not to let his use of her full name unwind her. “Yes, General. I will not do this to you - not after you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are now.”
“You’re more important than all of that,” he murmurs, but there’s an edge to his voice that makes it crystal clear that he’s made up his mind, and there’s nothing she can do that will deter him from acting upon it. He clasps a firm hand around her wrist. “Let’s go.”
Yao Xuan casts a final glance at the overbearing silhouette of the palace grounds before whispering a quiet apology to her sister - they’re ten years apart in terms of age, but it will be her turn to bear the unbearable burden of being a concubine this time - as she elopes with her lover and a stomach that’s beginning to swell with life.
Together, they traverse through the desert with nothing to their name, but full of love for their unborn child.  
~x~
the stars stare down at you as we traverse through the desert. the night is cold but here you will stay warm, within me. you are a blessing, God’s gift to me. a journey thus sublime — you must live, new life.
~x~
Her son’s birth had been a difficult one, and life afterwards with her husband as fugitives in the harsh desert wasn’t easy. But she’s surprisingly content. Happy, even, with the simple domesticity that they’ve been blessed with, and whenever Yao Xuan looks at the innocent bundle of joy in her arms she smiles with the knowing conviction that they’d made the right choice.
She can’t help but think that their beloved son - Roy Mustang - is perfection in a swath of linen the first time she sees him, and she loves him with such a fierce tenderness that it engulfs her completely - even more than her love for her husband. Chris shares the same sentiments, and they both share an unspoken consensus that they would die for him instantaneously should the need arise, without second thought.
And like a fulfilled prophecy, the need does arise.
Roy Mustang is a little toddler of four, brimming with innocuous delight whenever his mother reads to him about the basics of science, before reciting tales of knights in shining armour slaying evil dragons that breathe fire afterwards.
(His father has a nice voice, too, and Roy is equally delighted whenever he reads to him, but he finds himself preferring his mother’s voice to his bright tenor.)
Yao Xuan rests a hand endearingly on his arm, and Roy thinks there’s nothing like the warmth of her bosom as he snuggles in adorably. The gentle lull of her voice has an almost soporific effect, and he finds himself slowly dozing off.
Until his father barges in. He speaks with a pitch higher than Roy is accustomed to, and the panic radiating off his body, his every movement, causes him to stir slightly. “We need to go now, Yao Xuan. They’ve found us.”
The book she’d been reading earlier falls to the ground unceremoniously with a loud thud, jolting Roy awake. “What’s wrong, mama? Papa?” He blinks, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes blearily. At the sight of the fallen book, he picks up the book immediately and brushes off any imaginary specks of dust, grabbing it firmly with his tiny hands.
“We need to run, son,” she picks him up deftly, allowing Roy to rest on her shoulder while stroking his tuft of raven hair with trembling hands.
Together they begin to run through the desert, Roy’s eyes wide as he takes in the stars gleaming brightly overhead and the cold wind slapping his face, but the wind and stars are not their only companion. His parents hear footsteps inching towards them, metal clanging against armor and know that they’re close to getting ambushed.
Is this it? The punishment for our sins?
“Stop right there, the both of you.”
General Mustang stiffens. That voice…
“General Lan Yan?” he calls. It’s difficult to make out the man’s identity, especially when he’s decked in black from head to toe and has a mask on, but he would recognise that voice anywhere.
The masked man removes his visor to confirm General Mustang’s thoughts, as the other soldiers draw their swords, inching closer to form an inescapable circle around the two traitors.
“We’re trapped, aren’t we?” Yao Xuan whispers to her husband. She holds her son closer to her as he starts sobbing into her shoulder, his young mind confused and scared by the dangerous-looking strangers swarming around them.
(The only people Roy knew who wielded swords were the knights from fairytales, and the men around him looked nothing like heroes.)
“We’re under orders from the Emperor to execute the both of you,” General Lan Yan announces, eyes steeled in resolve but with a tremulous edge in his voice. He winces at the thought of being ordered to kill a former comrade, a friend.
A friend who he had once admired, trained with and fought against. Years ago, they’d started out with relatively bad impressions of each other. Lan Yan had thought he was an arrogant bastard, even though everyone called him the golden boy because of his impressive swordsmanship and mastery of alkahestry. On the other hand, Christopher Mustang was inclined to think of him as a rival, an annoying panderer, given that he was constantly trying to one-up him.
But they’d eventually grown to become close friends, for they were more alike than they thought. Not only did they have similar tastes in food and literature, but they’d shared the same ideals and hopes for the future of Xing as well.
How terrible that we have to be reunited like this, my friend. The words, though unspoken, lingered on the tip of their tongues.
“I only ask that you spare my son, General Lan Yan,” And my wife, but I know that’s asking for too much.
“... Very well, General Mustang. I’ll give you and Lady Yao five minutes,” he states. Beside him, a masked man begins to prepare lethal poison in two silver cups.
“Thank you, General Lan Yan.” An indescribable gratitude fills General Mustang’s voice, as his wife’s cries begin to mirror his son’s sobs.
Sorrow, sympathy and guilt tugs at General Lan Yan’s heartstrings as he looks at the terrified child in Lady Yao’s arms. His mind races, cogs working in overdrive, scrambling for a final favour he could do for General Mustang. He couldn’t save him or his wife, but perhaps he could save his son - after all, the Emperor had made no mention about executing the product of their affair.
The least I can do for my best friend would be to bring his child to safety.
“... To my sister. Across the desert, in Amestris, there’s a tavern in Central called The Blue Porcelain. Please bring him there for me.”
“I will do that, General Mustang. On my honor - you have my word.”
Four minutes left. “Listen, Roy, we’re going to have to say goodbye here,” Yao Xuan whispers softly, but she can’t restrain her voice from cracking at the thought of having to bid her precious son farewell.
“Why, mama?” Roy sobs, tightening his hold around her neck while still clutching onto the book with a vice-like grip.
“... Your father and I did some wrong things in the past. But listen carefully, xin gan.” A term of endearment, but Yao Xuan feels like her heart and liver are being ripped apart from her at the moment as she loosens his arms to look him in the eye. “We’re going to send you to live with your aunt, but I want you to be good for her, okay? I know she will love you as much as I do, if not more.”
She runs a thumb across his soft, wet cheeks, savouring the feeling and ingraining it in her memory. “Make sure you eat well everyday, shower twice a day. Study hard, and do your best in school. Don’t skive off. Be kind to those around you, and… and I hope you grow up to be a wonderful man like your father.” Yao Xuan weeps, tears mixing with her son’s. “There will be bright days, rainy days, but I know that you will come to find people who care about you as deeply as I do. And no matter what you do… know that we will always love you, Roy.”
“I love you too, mama, but don’t go, please,” Roy begs. He’s not quite sure what’s going on around him - they were the heroes and heroines in the books they read to him, and they were supposed to protect him, not abandon him.
What does that mean? Will I see them again?
General Mustang rubs at his eyes impatiently. “We have to, Roy. I love you, and I know that you will grow up to be a fine man. I know you’ll surpass me.” He flashes Roy a watery smile as he places a warm hand on his forehead, but it’s full of faith and certitude.
This is our son, after all.
“I love you too, papa. I need you,” Roy pleads with all the desperation of a child who wanted nothing more than to be with his parents every day.
Their hearts shatter when General Lan Yan signals that their time is almost up. Ten seconds.
“Be strong, son. We’re so sorry,” Yao Xuan mourns as Roy is pried from her arms and lifted onto a horse by General Lan Yan. “Zai jian, xin gan,” she bids farewell solemnly as she watches his small, struggling frame disappear in the dark, unforgiving night, deserting them to face their death. The wind carries his desperate wails, and for the first time since her pregnancy the nausea is back with a wrathful vengeance.
But it won’t be here to stay this time.
She crosses an arm with her husband as they receive the cups of poison with unwilling hands, pulses beating violently as they repeat their vows of undying love to each other for the last time.  
Farewell, my son.
~x~
your first breath, first taste of this wretched world: a cry of triumph, a fist of victory, a defiance of death. my soul sings into satin and linen: affection for perfection.
~x~
It doesn’t take long for Roy to cry himself to sleep. His petite body shuts down quickly from the sheer exhaustion of doing so, and he’s out like a light soon enough as he traverses across the desert with General Lan Yan. When he’s awoken by the onslaught of a particularly harsh wind and what sounds like an oncoming sandstorm, he’s pulled back into sleep by a gentle force on his pressure point.
Suddenly, he’s roused from his slumber by someone shaking him, and as he cracks an eyelid open to peer out the window he realises that - wait, this is not the desert. The scene around him is a stark contrast to the vast expanse of sand and ochre that he’s used to. The alleys that they pass by are narrow, and they reek of something unfamiliar. It’s unpleasant. Roy doesn’t like it.
Then the memory of what happened hits him like a truck, and he begins to bawl again even as he’s brought out into the sunlight, towards a strange-looking establishment. It’s nothing like Roy has ever seen in his life, and though it’s significantly cooler he finds himself already longing for the desert heat beating on his back.
The Blue Por… He tries to read the sign on the door, but it’s a word too big for his age.
General Lan Yan raps on the door while keeping a steady hand on the boy’s sobbing frame. “Miss Mustang?”
The door opens to reveal a gruff-looking woman. “What?” Roy finds himself intimidated by the woman’s brusque and domineering persona. She’s decked in a plum-coloured dress with lips to match, with mother-of-pearls and gold branched around her neck like a collar. Her hair and eyes are jet black, like Roy’s and his parent’s, but he finds that she looks nothing like his mother, who’s kind and sweet and -
- he bursts into tears again.
“What’s going on?” The Madame asks, bewildered by the sight of a crying child and a man who, from his ostentatious armor and features is obviously from Xing. There’s a sense of guilt lingering within her when she looks upon the distressed child, so she stretches out to rest an awkward hand on his unruly black hair (which reminds her a little of her brother’s, who’s never been known to make acquaintance with a comb).
“Your brother…” General Lan Yan straightens, chiding himself mentally for letting his tongue slip. “General Mustang said to bring your nephew here, miss.”
My nephew. Nephew.
God, she wasn’t even aware that her brother had a son. How did he even find the time to raise a child while serving in the Xingese military?
“That’s Madame Christmas to you, and where’s my brother?”
“I hate to inform you of this, Madame Christmas. He is dead.” There’s a certain fluidity in his response that disguises his remorse, his reluctance, but his eyes prickle marginally at the thought of his deceased friend and his wife.
Christmas feels like he’s just thrown her under a moving train. “Don’t joke around.”
“I… I am afraid not. I’m here to carry out his last wish,” General Lan Yan replies somberly. Beside him, the child fidgets, gripping onto the book he’d brought along with him so hard that the edges begin to leave marks on his palms.
“How?”
“... It is not my place to say, Madame. We’ve been silenced by a royal decree,” and it’s true. She wants to go after the man with a quick fist, but there’s nothing that belies the brutal veracity of his statement on his expression.
Christmas swallows the painful lump in her throat before choking out her next words. “And what… what was his last wish?” I definitely need a drink after this.
“He only said to bring the child to you. I assume he intended for you to raise him as well.”
“... Where’s his mother?” It’s more rhetorical than anything, but Christmas wanted to believe that there could be a different answer by some stroke of luck.
“Dead, as well,” he whispers, and Roy’s cries amplify tenfold as he flinches away from the General’s hand - his hand reminded him of the villains in the stories his mother would read aloud to him - and huddles into itself.
“... I see.” She pauses for a moment to take in his frail frame. “Well, I’ll be taking him, then,” she motions for Roy to come over before gesturing for the General to leave.
(As much as she wanted to flip a finger, she realised that she would have to rethink some habits now that she had a child under her wing.)
“Thank you, Madame Christmas. I entrust the boy into your care,” he bows before turning to leave, glancing at the boy’s shuddering figure for one last time before returning back to the carriage.
Here’s to a new beginning for your son, General Mustang, Lady Yao. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for the both of you.
~x~
It takes time for the child to adjust to the novelty of his new home, his new beginning. But eventually, he does.
Aunt Chris and his mother are two worlds apart. For starters, they looked nothing alike. And where his mother was delicate and soft, Aunt Chris was loud and rough.
Nevertheless, they are alike in some ways, he learns. Roy’s the only boy in the bar, as he later learns it’s called, and despite her initial crabbiness Aunt Chris is surprisingly tactile and nice. It doesn’t take long for her to grow fond of the boy, the same way the girls in the bar fawn over him from the moment he steps in. He’s rather petulant and sullen initially, but this doesn’t come as a shock for someone who lost his parents at such a tender age.
When Roy first arrived at The Blue Porcelain he’d holed himself up in the room assigned to him, reading the only book he’d brought from home over and over again (Roy also discovered that his mother had left a poem, a letter of sorts within, and he never went anywhere without it - he treated it like a talisman).
But Aunt Chris doesn’t let him sulk for long.
No matter how grouchy he was, she would always drag him out forcibly for dinner, and made a conscious effort to talk to him daily even though he clearly wasn’t the biggest conversationalist around. She’d tried reading bedtime stories to him, even, and indulged him when he whined about wanting to hear about princesses and knights.
Where his mother’s voice was like silk, hers was a lot more like gravel. Nevertheless, Roy eventually comes to appreciate it, and would even look forward to their nightly sessions where he could tell her all about what he’d learnt at school that day.  
Aunt Chris also nags at him the same way his own mother did - she’s always yammering at him to finish his food, hold his chopsticks properly or do his homework, and while it gets on his nerves occasionally he comes to understand that it’s their way of showing affection.
It’s therefore a no-brainer for him to draw both his aunt and his mother when he’s assigned with the task of producing an artwork of his mother for school, but when he shows it to Aunt Chris she begins to tear up.
He’s puzzled. Am I really that bad at art?
“What’s wrong, Aunt Chris?”
“Nothing, boy. It’s lovely,” she says sincerely.
Roy grins. “My teacher said so, too. I’ve been doing well in all my other subjects in school too, you know. Top of the class,” he chirps happily, puffing out his chest a little in pride.
“That’s wonderful, Roy-boy. I’m sure you’ll grow up to be a great man one day, like your father.”
“... Really?” There’s a certain melancholy that laces his voice, as if he was unsure of himself.
His aunt, on the other hand, is unequivocal that he would. She was no fortune teller, but there was a fire that illuminated his eyes. The mark of a warrior, a leader. “Absolutely. You’re destined for greatness, my boy.”
(Roy didn’t know this yet, but he would one day negotiate treaties on behalf of his country with a future distant relative and ascend to a rank higher than his father’s so that he could marry the woman he loved without any ramifications.)
~x~
(look, a bastard child!) no, you will embark towards glorious greatness. life doomed you once, but in your hands it shall soon rest. hear me now. heart and hearth: keep them ablaze, alight. no matter the ones you burn, in mine you shall always remain.
~x~
The war-torn desert reminds Major Mustang of a childhood memory that he’s tried to suppress for a long, long time. With every howl of the wind, the ache in his heart only grew stronger. Hotter. Like an inferno threatening to consume his innards.
He’d always been acutely aware of the pain of having your parents ripped apart from you in front of your very eyes. It was the kind of anguish that abated only slightly with time, but then and now grief would come back with a vengeance. Always, in the most unexpected of moments.
And yet here he was, doing the exact same thing years later.
Spare no one, the decree says. In response, The Flame Alchemist obeys.
Destined for greatness, my ass.
He would have liked to seek out a certain childhood friend for comfort, but he couldn’t bear to touch her. Not like this. Not when he’d stained his hands scarlet, not when he’d been a contributing factor to her involvement in the war. In any case, he highly doubted that she wanted to be even associated with him at this point, which suited him fine. He didn’t deserve her.
Not in the least, you monster.
The whiskey does nothing to assuage the emotional storm brewing within him. A distasteful mix of sorrow, compunction, longing. Alcohol, he realised, could not bring him absolution or erase his sins. It only offered a brief respite, a numbing agent.
Major Mustang sinks onto the floor of the weather-beaten tent as he digs inside his pockets for an old poem that had offered him comfort since he was five, even before his vocabulary was wide enough to comprehend its intended message.
He hadn’t cried, not since the war happened, but his mother’s predictions had been eerily accurate. Prophetic, even. For indeed life rested in his hands - with a snap, he could destroy an entire population; he’d burnt so many hearts, so many hearths, that his were now darkened with despair and remorse.
I really am a bastard of the most reprehensible kind, aren’t I? 
Lost in a pool of words and grief, he misses the presence of a blonde girl who was only slightly shorter, younger than he was. Riza Hawkeye comes in through the tent flap and stares at him wordlessly. She sees him grasping tightly onto a familiar piece of crumpled parchment, as if it was the last shred of hope in their wretched lives.
Overcome with sympathy, Riza decides to push aside the conflicting feelings raging within her - for now, at least - and sits beside him.
He’d shown her the letter once, when they were children - the only memento his late mother had left behind. Riza had never seen him go anywhere without it. It was obviously of great import to him, and his mother had clearly loved him dearly.
“No matter the ones you burn, in mine you shall always remain,” Riza whispers. And it’s true: despite the atrocities they’d committed outside, the crimes against humanity they’d perpetrated, there was a part of her that still loved him, as his own mother would have.
For the first time since The Ishvalan Extermination, Roy allows himself to mourn in her arms as he clutches desperately onto a yellowing letter.  
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special thanks to @hirayaart​ and @x-rainflame-x​ - thank you so much for helping me read through this, and for your invaluable feedback 💖 
you can read the full poem here  if you’re interested ^_^ 
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mx08z7kz6gqrs · 4 years
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新贵妃醉酒 - Translation Notes
For my translation of this song, see this post. Listen to the original version of the song here. Below are some extensive translation notes for this song- be aware that there is a lot of cultural context for this one.
So I decided to take a hand at translating this one after I realized it was one of the few songs by Li Yugang that has garnered significant western attention due to the mash-up performance with Dimash. That performance was definitely something to behold, so I highly recommend it! Also recommend this version where a few lucky (and extremely talented) fans get to sing with him.
This song is emblematic of why translating Li Yugang songs is so difficult- most of his songs are based on pre-existing Beijing operas, famous Chinese historical events, paintings with cultural significance, etc, and the lyrics border on nonsensical without the proper context. So without further ado...
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The Context
This song is based explicitly on the Beijing opera piece, <贵妃醉酒> by 杨玉环 (Mei Lan-Fang), usually translated as “The Drunken Concubine” but more accurately probably means something like “The Intoxication of the Imperial Consort.” The song is named after the opera- the name simply adds the character “新” (for “new”) in front of the opera name, indicating that this is a new way (in pop song format) of telling the tale of The Drunken Concubine.
You can read some more about the general plot of the opera here, but the gist is that the imperial consort has prepared a banquet for her lord emperor, but he has reneged on his promise and is instead spending the night with other concubines. Filled with bitterness and jealousy, she drinks herself into a deep state of intoxication.
This opera is actually one of many based on the actual historical figure of Yang Yuhuan, or “Yang Guifei”, where the Guifei “贵妃” refers to her status as one of the highest imperial consorts to the Tang dynasty Emperor Xuanzong. You can read more about her life here. The political strife happening during her husband’s reign and her own tragic end have led many future generations to mythologize her life.
While this song by Li Yugang is rooted in imagery based on The Drunken Concubine, most of the actual lyrics are based on the Tang era poem  <长恨歌> (Song of Everlasting Regret) by poet 白居易 (Bai Juyi). You can read the text here. This poem is our primary source for a lot of Yang Guifei’s life and affair with the Emperor.
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Line by Line Translation Notes
As usual, I’ve done a more literal pass over the hanzi here to clarify some of the choices I made in my translation.
那一年的雪花飘落梅花开枝头 // That year’s snowflakes fell, the plum blossoms bloomed at the tips of the branches 那一年的华清池旁留下太多愁 // That year, the banks of Huaqing Pool were left with too much sorrow
The first line paints a picture that is quite common in classical Chinese art. Plum blossoms often bloom late in the winter when snow still covers the trees, and thus are seen as harbingers of spring. Despite the presence of the snow in this line though, I think it’s likely referring to a scene in the early spring rather than the winter due to the context of the next line-
In the second line, Huaqing Pool refers to hot springs in modern Shaan’xi, China. It’s famous for being the supposed site of the Emperor Xuanzong’s romance with Yang Guifei, as recorded by Bai Juyi in the Song of Everlasting Regret (mentioned above). In the song, their romance begins on a cold day in the early spring, when she was bathing in the pool, hence that first line.
( As an aside, we don’t know if this has any actual historical basis, but if true, it would be quite poetic as the site was destroyed in the events of the An Lushan Rebellion, which ultimately led to Yang Guifei’s death and Xuanzong’s abdication. )
不要说谁是谁非感情错与对 // Don’t talk about who was right or who was wrong, feelings that are wrong and right 只想梦里与你一起再醉一回 // [I] just want to be drunk with you one more time in a dream
The first line is quite repetitive since it makes two explicit references to “right or wrong”, once in regards to people (”who”) and once in regards to emotions/feelings. But there’s some nuance to the wording here. When we talk about “是非”, there’s an implication of “true/false”, or a sense of “being true” (是) vs “being at fault/to be blamed” (非). The “对错” dichotomy used to describe their feelings in the second half of the line is a much more direct “right/wrong”. I tried to capture that as much as possible in my translation of this line.
The second line translates pretty clearly- it’s just much less poetic, so I wanted to try and get some of the tone across in my translation rather than the literal version of the line. In particular, the word “醉” for drunk/intoxicated in Chinese can be used as both an adjective and a verb directly. In English, we can only really say “to get drunk” which sounds a bit crass.
These two lines together reference back to “The Drunken Concubine” version of Yang Guifei’s character, including the idea of her feeling left behind by her Emperor.
金雀钗玉搔头是你给我的礼物 // Goldfinch hairpins and jade hair ornaments are gifts you gave to me 霓裳羽衣曲几番轮回为你歌舞 // The Raiment of Rainbows and Feathers, [I] danced and sung for you many times over
In the first line, “金雀钗玉搔头” doesn’t translate very gracefully because the type of hair ornament doesn’t have an English equivalent. A lot of hair ornamentation and jewelry was fashioned with imagery of birds (goldfinches, swallows, etc) and often made of jade. Here’s a post compiling what these ornaments might have looked like.
In the second line, “霓裳羽衣曲” actually refers to a specific Tang dynasty song that’s usually translated as “Raiment of Rainbows and Feathers.” The song describes a myth of Emperor Xuanzong- in his desire to meet “神仙” (celestial/immortal beings), he travels to the Moon Palace (月宫) where he meets many “仙女” (celestial maidens). There are conflicting records regarding the origins of the piece. One text saying that the Emperor travelled to the mountains and was inspired by a dream in which he travelled to the Moon Palace. Another record reveals that it’s likely the tune was adapted from a “western” (aka Indian) piece known as the “Brahman Tune.” Historians generally believe the truth is somewhere in the middle.
Regardless, the performance of this piece includes extensive singing, dancing, and instrumentation, and it is considered one of the greatest pieces of Tang dynasty art recorded. You can watch a modern rendition of this performed by Li Yugang himself here.
Both these lines have specific references to lines from the Bai Juyi’s poem. The goldfinch jewelry is referenced in Line 40 as part of what she wore when she was sentenced to death, and Line 98 references the Emperor’s memories of her beauty when she danced the Raiment of Rainbows and Feathers. 
剑门关是你对我深深的思念 // The Jianmen Pass is your deep remembrance for me 马嵬坡下愿为真爱魂断红颜 // Below the Mawei slopes, a beautiful young woman is willing to break her soul for true love
The Jianmen Pass is a mountain pass in the Sichuan province of China. It’s famous for being incredibly narrow and hard to travel through, but also one of the key positions for armies to gain control of the Sichuan region due to its strategic location. In the context of this song, it refers to Emperor Xuanzong’s retreat to Sichuan during the An Lushan Rebellion, after which he abdicated the throne. Yang Guifei dies at Mawei before they actually manage to cross the mountain pass.
Jianmen is referenced in Line 44 of Bai Juyi’s poem, as part of the Emperor’s mourning after Yang Guifei’s death. I’ve interpreted this line to mean that the harsh trip through the mountain pass became part of the Emperor’s profound sense of “思念”, a longing remembrance for something that is now gone.
The second line goes into more detail on the end of Yang Guifei’s life, making explicit reference to “马嵬坡” (Mawei slopes), the name of the place she died, and where she was buried.. Here, her willingness to sacrifice herself for her love is described with “魂断红颜.” The words “魂断” literally translates to “to break/cut short [one’s] soul/spirit”, and in context, can refer to both a physical and spiritual death. The characters in “红颜” literally translates to “red/rosy cheeks” and used together refers to a young and beautiful woman.
In this case, “a young woman dies at the bottom of the Mawei slopes for [the sake of] true love.”
爱恨就在一瞬间 // In a single moment, love and hate 举杯对月情似天 // Raised their glasses in a toast towards the moon, feelings like the sky/heavens 爱恨两茫茫 // Love and hate, the two are boundless 问君何时恋 // Ask [my] lord when you will love
The first line and the first half of the second line part of one sentence, while the second half “情似天” (feelings like the sky/heavens) kind of breaks off into its own thought, but the general imagery for all of the first 3 lines is the joining of both love and hate as emotions that are boundless and, in the singer, the two have joined together in her thoughts towards her lord.
The last line here is a little more difficult to translate because the singer is asking “君” (a pronoun sometimes translated to lord or gentleman, but generally describes a man of high moral standing in particular) when he will “恋” (love). In Chinese, there is a distinction between “爱” and “恋” when referring to love. The first generally encompasses the concept of love (familial, platonic, romantic) in general- it is the direct opposite of the word “恨” for hate. “恋” on the other hand refers specifically to romantic (and sexual) love. It’s sometimes translated as “passion”, but it doesn’t necessarily need to be what we think of as passionate.
This whole section is a reference back to the plot of the original opera <贵妃醉酒>, where Yang Guifei is drinking alone in the night, full of jealousy and bitterness towards a lord that has chosen the company of others.
菊花台倒影明月 // The chrysanthemum terrace reflects the light of a bright moon 谁知吾爱心中寒 // Who could know that my love could [turn] my heart so cold 醉在君王怀 // Drunk in the embrace of my lord 梦回大唐爱 // Dreams take me back to the love of the Great Tang [dynasty]
For the first line, the significant part is the reference to the chrysanthemum flower. It’s often seen as a flower of nobility, and is considered one of the “四君子” (Four Lords/Gentlemen) of Chinese flowers. In this song, the chrysanthemum terrace is likely meant to evoke the nobility/royalty of the lord the singer is waiting for- the fact that he is not there and only the moonlight remains reflecting off the surface is a poignant image.
Interestingly enough, if we want to take the interpretation further, there’s some other room for analysis. The chrysanthemum is a contrast to the plum blossoms mentioned at the beginning of this song as heralds beginning of autumn. They can be made into chrysanthemum wine, which is often drunk for longevity and good health- this links back to the liquor imagery in the rest of the song. Because of their associations with longevity in general, they’re also common funeral flowers, and as we know from the earlier, this song is written from the point of view of a singer who is already dead.
The second line is a bit ambiguous- the phrasing of the original Chinese line could mean “who could know” (as in, how could anyone else see/understand) or it could be “who would have known” (as in, who could have predicted such an unexpected outcome). The English phrase “who knew” leans towards the second, but I went with it because it sounds a little more natural.
In the third line, I translated “君王” as “my lord” just like I did with the “君” alone earlier, but it’s worth noting that the extra “王” in this word means “king” so it is probably more along the lines of “majesty” than just “lord.”
The final line of the song refers to the singer dreaming again of “大唐爱” (literally love of the Great Tang). “大唐” is usually how we refer to the Tang dynasty in general.
I’ve chosen to interpret this line to mean that the singer is remembering her time in the great Tang palaces as part of the dynasty before everything fell apart and the Emperor was forced to flee. As a result, I’ve appended “palace” to this line in my translation since just making a reference to “Tang” sounds awkward and doesn’t mean anything to an English speaking audience.
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And that is all for my notes on this song! This ended up being much longer than I originally anticipated, but there was just so much literary and historical context behind this one. I ended up learning a bunch of things while researching this, and I hope someone else finds this as fascinating as I do!
Li Yugang has a lot of love for classical Chinese culture, and even more than that, he wants to bring it to a larger audience through his own blend of pop music and traditional Chinese operatic poetry. I really enjoyed working on this, and will try to do a few more of his songs in the future!
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Student Spotlight: Stacee Snyder, Research Intern
Hi all! I was born and raised in good ole Knoxville, Tennessee, and I graduated in December 2016 from Tennessee Technological University with a degree in Plant Science–Horticulture and another degree in Biology–Zoology. I became the yearlong research intern at Longwood Gardens as of May 2017.
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Performing canna tissues culture renewals.
What is your favorite plant?
My overall favorite plant has to be the African Violet. I love the variation in flower color and design, and they are overall fascinating plants. As a plus, I find them extremely easy to care for. Currently I have a small collection that seems to be gaining mass the longer I stay at Longwood.
What is your favorite Garden? What is your favorite part of Longwood?
My favorite garden up to this point has to be the Keukenhof in Lisse, Netherlands. It’s breathtaking when the tulips are in full bloom, and the amount of which, is mind boggling. As for Longwood, my favorite part has to be the Orchid House. Orchids have such a variety in shape and color that I could stand in that room for hours and always find a new detail to notice.
What is the best part of being a student?
The best part is the discount on the desserts at the Terrace! :)  ...Okay but seriously the best part is the sheer willingness of the staff to answer any of your questions. They will pull strings wherever they can so you can get experience or information in what you are interested in. It’s perfect for students to explore and find out what they truly want to do.
What is your background in horticulture (or whatever field you are in)?
As I said I acquired a degree in Plant Science–Horticulture. So I had many plant courses and hands-on projects with propagation, pest management, and more. During my time as a student, I learned about crop production while working as a farmhand at Little Creek Produce.  In addition, I interned at River Farm with the American Horticultural Society for a summer. There I did a lot of outdoor gardening work such as weeding, watering, making the garden presentable, and managing volunteers. I was also able to be a part of redesigning an older garden and then implementing that design. Last but not least, throughout my time at college I worked for our school’s greenhouses helping with research projects, growing floriculture crops, and general maintenance.
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Helping with the annual Bulb Planting on Flower Garden Walk
Why did you want to come to Longwood and what do you think helped you get the position?
Two years ago, during my internship with the American Horticultural Society, I was given the chance to tour Longwood. There, I discovered plant tissue culture and started to consider a career in the research field. That idea was finalized when I toured an experimental greenhouse in the Netherlands and was fascinated with the experiments described to us. Thus, my main desire to come to Longwood was to explore the different techniques of and research as a whole. As a bonus I was hoping to gain hands on experience with tissue culture.
I think numerous things combined to aid me in receiving this internship. My experience in helping with research projects during college showed I was trusted by my supervisors and that I was truly interested in this field of study. From my time working at the farm and as a gardener, you could see that I do not shy away from hard work.  I also sought out and worked with a professor to create an opportunity for myself to get experience with tissue culture at school. Along the way, I was able to keep up a very good GPA. Overall, I think my dedication and drive to continue learning is what helped me acquire this position.
What do you do at work? Highlight your favorite project or what you do day-to-day.
As the research intern I am split between two areas: the research greenhouses and the research nursery. Half my days are spent at the greenhouses. There I routinely will work in the lab renewing our plant stock through tissue culture, or I may be trying to add new plants to tissue culture through apical meristem isolation or simply introducing a small shoot through proper aseptic techniques. Otherwise, I also work on general greenhouse maintenance such as watering, weeding, staking, cleaning, etc or work on the big project of the day. That could include plant evaluation preparation, sticking test tube plants to be rooted, cleaning off pests from plants, and more. There are also times I will work on my personal research project that is required of interns.
Now at the nursery most of my time has been spent maintaining and updating our inventory and maps of the research plots. This includes mapping out new beds, cataloging new plant arrivals, and entering data into our software. I also help with planting/discarding plants, watering, taking/sticking cuttings, mulching, creating new planting areas, and other general maintenance tasks.
What are your future plans or what is your intended career path?
At this time my future plans are to find a job, hopefully with tissue culture, and save up so I can go back to school to acquire my Master’s degree. From there I hope to work at a lab or university as a Research Associate.
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Taking inventory of Camellias
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Sorting Chrysanthemum specimens
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Creating a Hanging Orchid Orb for Orchid Extravaganza.
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Just enjoying A Longwood Christmas!
Article by Stacee Snyder.
Photos by Sadie, Morgan Horell, and John Lansdale.
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Chapter 7. Magic Eye Hostel
Cold stars blinked at me in the velvety-black boundless sky… Some terribly powerful unfathomable force hurled me through the night sky at a reckless speed, the chill wind blowing into my hot sweaty face… Whoosh! … The whistle of cleaved air in my ears… Whoosh! … I turned over… My jacket was flapping in the wind… Suddenly I started losing altitude… Bang!
...I touched the ground with my arms as I was let down to land, squatting down. I was gulping lungfulls of cold night air. I opened my streaming eyes, hastily drew myself up to full height and looked around…
I was standing in a wide cobbled pedestrian street. Bright billboards, flickering with neon ads, soft music, flowing from gaping entrances and drowning the distant rearing of rumbling cars and passing double-deckers, created the swift mix of light and sounds… The restaurant quarter…
It was strangely warm and chestnuts waved their long leaves under the fresh night breeze. A line of them, twined with the strings of glaring electric light bulbs, shielded the glass-walled terrace of the restaurant I was standing in front of, Tin-Tin and Max flanking me. A huge neon signboard in the form of two pure-white outstretched wings on the top of the building, splashing white light in all directions, spelled ANGELS. A rain of white electric light strings illuminated its transparent panes, which alternated with gaping spaces. A greatly crowded place it was, with all the tables occupied by visitors, chatting and laughing while having their meals, and waiters in black rectangular aprons, balancing trays and several plates on their wrists, while shuttling about wooden tables.
I stood absolutely charmed by the luring warmth and light. “Maybe we should drop in?” I implored my companions.
Max looked askance at me, “But you have said you are out of money?” His very tone and entire appearance seemed to blame me for squandering.
“Max is virtue itself,” Tin-Tin winked to me, “Cheer up, Robin! One day we will afford the luxury of dining here!”
“It’s late, we should hurry on,” Max said in a conspiratorial tone and then said in a loud voice, addressing no one in particular, “We are the guests of Magic Eye Hostel.” A strange grinding sound followed… With unbelieving eyes I was staring at the glass restaurant, which – well, you won’t believe– was rotating clockwise! And the next second the icy gust of the west wind blew out the white electric lights on the chestnuts, while the restaurant showed its backside and stopped with a clang…
…We were standing in the cobbled street, in front of a grey stone single-storeyed building, fenced about with short silver fir trees in tubs. Narrow loophole-like windows were decorated by hanging boxes, from which none-so-pretties were peeping out. The neon signboard read Magic Eye Hostel and the “e”s in its name, shaped and coloured as green eyes, winked at the deserted open countryside beyond the fir fince. Below the signboard were smaller neon letters: Special offer – pay in instalments!
The arch-shaped oak door lacked a keyhole or door handle. Tin-Tin knocked at the door three times and after a second it opened inside. Max stepped over the threshold, Tin-Tin and me at his heels. The door closed behind our backs with a creak and we plunged into complete darkness.
We were standing close together near the entrance in pitch darkness, unsure whether to move further into the house or to remain at the threshold until dawn. Then Tin-Tin made a few steps and stumbled against something, nudging it with his foot. Something soft and warm and evidently alive brush against my leg, I started and ticked off, “What the –”, when all of a sudden a tongue of flame emerged out of nowhere in the centre of the hall and hung in the air, lighting up the face of a lad, arising behind it, who turned out to be carrying a candle in his hand.
He was wearing a long nightshirt and nightcap with a long liripipe dangling near his shoulder. He raised the candle higher, so that its flickering light was thrown along the square hallway. The walls were completely crammed with pounchy bookcases, stuffed with shabby books, bound in old leather. Flower-shaped green glass vases, white crystal glasses with sterns in the form of human figures, supporting those cups, and old-fashioned gilted Christmas-tree toys glistened in the pool of dim light.
At the foot of the one of the bookcases was a peach-coloured cloud. I looked more closely – the cloud turned out to be a huge fluffy cat, screwing up his eyes. No doubt, it was he who had rubbed against my leg in the darkness. Having noticed my intent gaze, he looked back with a green-eye stare.
“It is a bit late,” uttered the “Liripipe”.
“Yeah, we were at classes and – ” started Tin-Tin, but was interrupted by, “I see a newcomer…”
“Yeap, my name is Robin Orion, I would like to – ” But I was also interrupted by his short, “Yule.” While I was staring at Tin-Tin, asking with my eyes what this person meant by this, he proceeded to the bureau and opened a huge ledger. Hardly had Tin-Tin hissed to me, “His name, it’s his name,” when this strange guy held out a quill to me and pointed at the ledger, “Write down your name and how many nights you will stay for…”
“Well, I have only one pound and I …”
Yule interrupted me again, “Don’t bother me, state the number of nights, you can pay later.” Then he shut the ledger down with a loud noise and exclaimed, “Now will we listen to a tale or don’t you need breakfast tomorrow? Let’s go to the kitchen!”
Tin-Tin swore under his breath… Going in arrière-garde I asked him quietly, “And how are tales and breakfasts connected?”
“He will explain it to you…” hissed Tin-Tin.
“And how much do you pay per night?”
“I don’t pay, I have no money,” light-heartedly he answered, “I live in debt.”
“I hear all you chuchoter! Yes, I am a waiter at the Gudwin restaurant and help out here as receptionist and stay overnight and cook breakfasts… But cooking is my passion! And one day I will become le Chef at Gudwin’s! And you know that I need new impressions to get inspiration at cuisine! Even for cooking your breakfasts!” Yule proclaimed. “Therefore, you tell me the tales and what is the tale about in the evening that is your breakfast in the morning!” he finished his tirade, evidently exhausted by its length.
We passed the arch, leading to the kitchen with snowy whitewashed walls, covered with all types of hanging utensils – frying pans, stew pans, saucepans, pots, pitchforks, knives of all sorts – for meat, bread, cheese, deserts, and of all shapes – bent, curved, jagged, and of all colours – silver grey, steel-blue and even green and pink.
The floor of greyish-white faceted wood bars was pensively observing a sooty ceiling, anticipating the frequent pat-pat of the kitchen master’s foot soles, striding between steaming casseroles and hellishly burning pans emitting puffs and columns of black smoke.
In the middle of the room there stood a white oval wooden table with two semi-circular benches down each side. The benches had high striped backs where lettuce green stripes alternated the dark green ones. Huge blankets and petite pillows with oriental patterns were lying, folded in piles on the benches. Flashes of hearth fire played over the walls and reflected themselves in the utensils and flaming gothic glasses in the cupboard.
Yule was spinning here and there, opening and shutting cupboard doors, to proclaim at last, “I will brew up some tea!” And he jabbered, “You know, different travellers bring me exotic food as a present – dried grasshoppers from Mexico, rose petal jam from Uzbekistan, tofu from Japan. And tea – green needles, bergamot, pu-erh, oolong.” He waved with his hand in the direction of an oven and soon a kettle started to whistle. Then he took a glass jar with little grey-green balls out of the sideboard and a glass pitcher out of the cupboard, threw one ball into the pitcher, poured in boiling water and uttered, “Now I will show you a Wonder!” Fascinated, we were watching his preparations.
For a few seconds nothing was happening, but then the ball started to swell and expand, unfurling its long, narrow green leaves, and tiny yellow flowers shot up from the ball, soaring bottom up and, finally, in the centre, a Miracle – an innocent white lotus flower  emerged and… it was blooming.
After we tore our gazes away from it, we looked up at Yule, waiting for an explanation. With an air of reverie he stated, “This precise ball is called – White Lotus virgin.” Looking at our perplexed faces, he snapped, “Blooming tea it is! Haven’t you heard about it? During the rainy season, the Chinese collect the tea plants’ upper leaves and leaf buds, and wrap them around a dried flower – chrysanthemum, jasmine, lily or hibiscus, which is put in the middle. Amaranth flowers, lavender, clover, calendula or peony can be also added to highlight the flavour. Chinese wanderers have told me that this tea can be not only sphere-shaped (the sphere being the symbol of love in China) but also ring-, Chinese lantern- or even Dragon-shaped, which is very precious and rare! But my dream is to see the unique “Birth of Pearl”!
…Having unfolded the blankets, we were sitting on the benches, drinking tea out of bowls, when Yule asked, “So who will be our Scheherazade for tonight?”
His question caused sudden confusion in our ranks, but after several seconds of violent whispering and hissing – “I won’t! It’s your turn!” “No, it’s your turn, I had already…” – Tin-Tin cleared his throat and said, “I’ll tell you the tale of soft oatmeal cookies … So …” He cleared his throat once again and started his tale.
 The Tale of Oatmeal Cookies
 It was such a night in the beginning of July when there is a light glow in the sky till midnight and it’s getting light at four in the morning. Still now it was thick darkness. Not a star twinkled in the sky and the darkness was so dense that a foal, resting afield, could not discern his own nostrils, and to prove the sheer fact of his existence, he sniffed and immediately snorted loudly, as the fragrant aroma of fresh grass tickled his nose.
All day long he had been rolling in sweet fields, his mouth full of grass, plunging into the sea of oat to spring out of it and again scamper and roister recklessly in the grassland.
Only when the sun set, he lay down by himself, a bit far from his Mum, near the very edge of the oatmeal field. Juicy herbs were his bed and lush grass was his pillow, over which his chestnut mane spread. He was being gradually overcome with slumber, when a strange sound made him perk up his ears… The slightest breeze wandered in the ripe oats, and the field stirred and waved as the wind brushed it along…
Having calmed down, the foal drifted into sleep and smiled sweetly in his dream, as he saw himself bathing in a river flowing with milk, and rolling in its honey banks, through his half-closed eyelashes came a glow of light. Fully awoken, he opened his eyes wide, just in time to see that one by one three balls of light hopped in the air out of nowhere, flashing in circles above the endless field. The foal got to his feet and thrust into the sea of oat, which stood quiet and still, talking in its sleep with the wind.
Slowly the foal sneaked in the direction of the lights, drawing the oat ears with his head and hiding under the infinite sky, and when he finally approached the balls, he saw that these were … three fairies.
Pink, lettuce and bright-yellow-winged girls, the size of a human palm, gowned in a trapezium-shaped lettuce tunic, rose-shaped garment with many folds and a sunny circle dress correspondingly, they were hovering above the oats, their transparent wings shining brightly in the dark.
Or more precisely, the lettuce-winged fairy was hovering above the oats, drawing grains out of the oat ears, while the yellow and pink girls hung in the air, watching her working, having folded their arms in yellow puff sleeves on a bright chest and having propped rosy blooming cheeks with tiny fists respectively.
At last the yellow-winged fairy’s patience gave out and she asked, “Chloe, could you please explain what you are doing? The Queen of Elves has announced that she will grant a handful of magic blossom dust to the person who brings her soft oatmeal cookies! We need to hurry up to bake these cookies and – ”
“Leigh, you have answered your question yourself. We need to bake soft oatmeal cookies and how are you going to bake them without the oats? By the way, oat grains need to be hulled and ground to make oatmeal, so tonight we all will have plenty of work to do!”
“And oatmeal has such a delicious nutty flavour…” the rose-bud fairy drawled in a dreamy voice.
“Fiore,” Leigh came down on her, “what are you dreaming of again? Let's get to work!”
And they got to work in full swing. The fairies were hulling, grinding, rolling and singing a song:
 Seed of oat – inside the husk…
“How to pound, would you ask?”
Mortar would be shell of nut,
Pestle-rush – the groat is ground!
 Their voices were so sweet that they resembled the golden bells, gently ringing. The foal neighed softly in rhythm with the music, as he liked the melody and wanted to join in the song.
“Chloe, Leigh, look! A chestnut foal is in the oat! He is so jolly!” exclaimed Fiore tenderly.
“Certainly, Fiore, a pretty foal,” said Leigh absently, busy holding a heavy nut shell, full of rolled oats, “Chloe, you know that we need to find some stones or a slab to place dough balls on and get the fire lit to bake them?”
“And we need raisins and chocolate to add to the dough…” sighed Fiore dreamfully.
“Er… maybe Stonehenge?” asked Chloe, her voice not sounding confident.
“Let it be Stonehenge,” Leigh fumbled about in her pocket and drew out a handful of some pharmacist’s powder, shining in the darkness like magic pollen. She strewed some pollen into the air so that they all got veiled with the shining cloud and cried out, “Stonehenge!” And the moment she did so, they all disappeared. But they didn’t pay attention to the fact that when she was sprinkling the shining pollen in the air, some specks of it spilled down straight at the foal and the next second he felt some strange whirling sensation…
 The end
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It must be the middle of the night. I want to sleep so much. And Tin-Tin’s voice is so lulling…
When I opened my eyes, a bit refreshed, Tin-Tin said, “The end.” Blimey, I’ve slept through the tale… Meanwhile, Yule, being open-mouthed, was staring at Tin-Tin, and Tin-Tin and Max were staring at Yule in reply, evidently awaiting for his approval of the tale and readiness to bake soft oatmeal cookies for us tomorrow.
I elbowed Tin-Tin in his side and whispered, “What have you told him to give him such a stunned face?”
“My Mum used to invent crazy endings to bedtime fairy tales and I recalled one of them…”
Finally, Yule closed his mouth, blinked his eyes and uttered, “Well, it’s late, I’ll show you to your suite.” He stood up and then slightly bowed to the storyteller, “Tin-tin, thank you for your tale, it was fascinating…”
He conducted us to the well-stout oaken door, turned the handle and pushed it. We stepped in and the glorious view of a summer night orchard and meadow outside the high hedge opened before our eyes…
“Wow!” came out of my mouth – it was evidently July or August there, as ripe fruits pulled down the branches of apple, pear and plum trees. Little yellow-bright balls of light, resembling light bulbs, were hovering and floating in the hot and dark evening air, creating slightest chime, adding to the chirring din of grasshoppers and dragonflies. If got entangled in the stalks of the luxuriant flowers, poured by tiny fountain jets, streaming up out of the ground, the light balls blew out of the tangles and danced against the night sky. And when I stretched my arm, trying to catch one of them, it jumped and hopped away, rotating and spinning in the air…
“Make yourself comfortable, choose your sleeping place.” With a wide gesture of his right hand Yule circled the entire orchard, “when the lights go out, the curtains are drawn.” And with these words he retreated.
I turned round the corner to see what was behind the wall, containing the door through which we came in, hoping to see there a front side of the manor. Still I found the opposite side of the same wood-panelled wall, decorated with seascapes and bright sconces, the only difference from its other side being the absence of a door. A lonely wall stood vertically in the centre of the orchard.
I looked behind me – there opened a view on the narrow path, starting from the gate in the centre of a neatly cut blackthorn hedge and leading through the open country to the redwood where the pines outlined sharply against the light-coloured summer evening sky, almost touching the moon with their heads. I stood still for some seconds, breezing the night pine-smelling air, and then returned to my friends.
Two white beds were standing near the wall on the grass and a hammock was stretched between two apple trees. Tin-Tin went to the far bed and Max fell into the hammock and starting rocking at once, pushing off from the grass plot with his leg.
“Guys, how do you sleep here? Don’t you freeze in the night in the open air?”
“Nope, the nights are really warm. It’s July, not August still,” yawned Tin-Tin, fluffing his pillow.
Suddenly I recalled Urai. “You know, this Dragon story reminds me of something… I can't think of what exactly…”
“You’re mental, you’re just inventing all this. What can it remind you of?” Tin-Tin said sleepily, “Look, it’s after midnight. Go to bed and believe me, you will have a great sleep here!” And with these words he collapsed into his bed and snored immediately.
I got into the remaining bed and tumbled in between the sheets smelling of lilac. Not visible, thin like the web and soft like the gauze, the lightest canopy was floating in the air, securing us from the rain and cold. I threw the curtain aside and looked at the stars, and they winked back at me. I didn’t remember how I fell asleep and in my dream I saw my Dad with his usual long blond hair, gathered in a ponytail. I looked at his hands – there were golden strings at the wrists, ingrown into his skin…
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wendyimmiller · 6 years
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Border Control  by  Allen Bush
Edith Eddleman and the Jekyll Border at the J.C. Raulston Arboretum.
I arrived in Raleigh a few days before last week’s Perennial Plant Association (PPA) Symposium. I checked into the hotel and made a beeline for the J.C. Raulston Arboretum. I may sound like an aging rocker on a farewell tour, but it had been ten years since I’d last been there, and I’m not sure when I’ll return.
I’ve had a long history with the arboretum. I was one of J.C. Raulston’s many fans, and for 15 years, when I was living in Western North Carolina, I would visit annually. I met garden designer Edith Eddleman, a longtime arboretum volunteer, in 1981, three days before my daughter Molly was born.
What the arboretum lacks in size (ten acres) it makes up for with inspiration. As Raulston was a prolific collector, there have always been plenty of plant rarities, so I can consistently count on a few surprises—Asian woodland asarums in the lath house or a towering desert Dasylirion wheeleri in the long border.
I’d never seen a Geophyte Garden, however, nor even known what a geophyte was. A geophyte (geo= earth; phyte = plant or growth) is an underground storage organ. OK, I get it—bulbs, corms, tubers and rhizomes. So everything from a Narcissus bulb to a Gladiolus corm to Canna rhizomes counts as a geophyte. Geophyte would be a good word to try and stump your gardening chums with.
The arboretum’s Jekyll Border has long been my focus for garden pilgrimages to the Raleigh area. An army of J.C. Raulston’s horticulture students first planted the border in 1983.  Designer Edith Eddleman quickly found a co-conspirator. She received a letter in 1985 from Doug Ruhren, a  talented gardener whose reputation she had followed via the local grapevine. When Doug asked Edith if she needed any help on the border, she replied, “What are you doing on Thursday?”
Doug Ruhren and Debbie Hamrick with the Perennial Plant Association at the J.C. Raulston Arboretum on August 1st. Brienne Arthur photo.
Leaves of absence, for personal and professional reasons, took them elsewhere for a few years, but they both returned in the Spring of 2012.
Edith and eight committed volunteers meet for a couple of hours every week; Doug was hired as the fulltime arboretum manager in 2017 but still volunteers on the border.
In North America there are not many Gertrude Jekyll-style borders— a whopping big 18’ wide by 300’ long.  Some might argue they are old-fashioned. (English borders are what everyone wanted in the 1980s.) I see the good borders as experimental and dynamic compositions—works in progress. Great Dixter and the Raulston long border are where you’ll find lots of ideas—the dozens of vignettes within the border. Sometimes they work; sometimes they don’t.
Great Dixter’s Fergus Garrett emphasized the risks last week in his lecture at the PPA Symposium. The conductor (designer) must be willing to take a chance and not be too burdened by the conflict between tradition and freedom of expression (mixing bananas with Joe-Pye weed, for example). If the composition succeeds, how thrilling! If it doesn’t, don’t pout about it. Move on. Pull out the offending misfits, and replant. Don’t forget your native pollinators.
The J.C. Raulston long border, inspired by Gertrude Jekyll’s skilled use of plants is “…a distinct scheme of color arrangement based on how the eye responds to color.” Bold foliage— yuccas, grasses and gray and glaucous-foliaged plants anchor the two ends of the border. Each end of the border is a study in contrasts, as strong violet colored flowers might be combined with soft yellow or a pale pink. These delicate contrasts prepare the eye in Jekyll’s words: “…for the splendour of warm…colour harmonies of strong yellows, orange, scarlet and red…culminating in gorgeousness.” When the eye is saturated by these intense colors, it relaxes as it moves over the restful plant combinations that complete the border. Jekyll likened this visual experience to moving from shade into: “…the brilliant glow of hottest sunshine and coming again to the comfort of coolest shade.”
Edith Eddleman cools it down. David Culp photo.
Edith and Doug don’t slavishly follow Jekyll’s use of color, but it is their guiding star. They have a different plant palette. Jekyll used plants suitable for an English garden, such as yuccas and Euphorbia characias. These work well in Raleigh, also, but Edith and Doug experiment with plants adapted for Raleigh’s muggy summers.
OK, so you don’t have the space or the time to do an 18’x 300’ border. It’s August, people. You’re in luck! A small space sounds a whole lot to easier to maintain in late summer than 18’x 300’. Even the smallest gardens can contain plant combinations, adapting Gertrude Jekyll’s color theory:
Edith explains: “At its heart, the long border at the J.C. Raulston Arboretum is about the pleasure of gardening, the infinite possibilities of plant combinations and the promise that this is possible no matter the size of our gardens, large or small, whether we have pots on the terrace or window boxes.
…Here follow a few plant combinations which have brought our interpretation of Jekyll’s border to life in Raleigh, NC—Zone 7b.”
West end color contrasts:gray-green Yucca recurvifolia, the clumping Pycnanthemum loomisii for its silvery foliage and blooms, Galium aristatum with clouds of white flowers, tall spikes of soft yellow Alcea rugosa, Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve,’ Geranium ‘Rozanne,’ pale flowering Coreopsis, drifts of Verbena bonariensis and soft-lavender flowers of Heliotropum amplexicaule that bloom non-stop from Spring until hard frost.
Color harmonies from the hot center of the border: variegated Yucca rigida, Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, Asclepias tuberosa, cannas— the burgundy foliaged and orange flowering ‘Intrigue,’ the giant red-flowering Hibiscus ‘Holly Springs.’ Kniphofia ‘Orange Blaze,’ vining Lonicera sempervirens, intense yellow Rudbeckia and Helianthus and a host of Hemerocallis in reds, oranges and apricot-flushed yellows.
East Enders:Canna glauca ‘Panache,’ Salvia guaranitica ‘Black and Blue,’ combined with soft-yellow daylilies, Geranium endressii ‘Wargrave Pink,’ bold-foliaged Phlomis russeliana, white flowered Calamintha, warm-pink Verbena ‘Silver Anne,’ blue-flowering Clematis integrifolia that spills over silver-foliaged Nepeta ‘Junior Walker,’ spikes of white and yellow-blooming Verbascum chauxii with mounds of soft-yellow Chrysanthemum ‘Gethsemane Moonlight.’
Imagine the Jekyll Border as either a short walk or a long stroll. If you’re poking along the border, oohing and aahing, as I tend to do, you could easily spend an hour or more walking from one end to the other in a happy-go-lucky, timeless manner.
I like to stroll the Jekyll border with a friend or two. It’s handy to have a younger friend along, one with a nimbler mind, so you don’t have to put up with my Medicare-ready demographic. We, more often, stumble with plant names: “Um, er…I know what it is; it’ll come to me.” Don’t blame it on Latin. (Oh, we used to be so good with botanic names.) Nouns become an obstacle when you get older. So make friends with young gardeners, and keep a pencil and paper handy.
Seed heads of Rudbeckia maxima.
The big, fat, thimble-shaped seeds on Rudbeckia maxima fascinate me. What a versatile plant.  The yellow blooms look like little somberos. The big gray-green, paddle-shaped leaves are a bonus. I’m going to throw my sombrero in the ring with everyone else who is praising Pycnanthemum muticum for its extraordinary pollinator qualities. It’ll gobble up some space if you’ve got the room. If you don’t have the room, make some room. What a pleasure it was to see the huge white blooms of the towering 12’ tall Eupatorium ‘Bartered Bride.’
I love the arboretum’s Jekyll Border for its richness of colors, textures and imaginative combinations, but mostly I’m crazy about Edith Eddleman and Doug Ruhren. Gardening doesn’t happen in a void. A garden is only possible with passionate, devoted gardeners.
Eupatorium ‘Bartered Bride’ variegated Arundo donax and Salvia ‘Indigo Spires’.
I thought about my mother a lot on this trip. She loved her garden. (I drove by her childhood home in Winston-Salem on my way down.) She would have turned 90 while I was in Raleigh. I know what she would have said if she’d been with me, walking alongside the Raulston long border last week. I can hear her Piedmont North Carolina accent. “I am thrilled to pieces to be here.”
I was thrilled to pieces to be in the presence of Doug and Edith and the Jekyll Border.
Border Control originally appeared on Garden Rant on August 8, 2018.
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Border Control  by  Allen Bush
Edith Eddleman and the Jekyll Border at the J.C. Raulston Arboretum.
I arrived in Raleigh a few days before last week’s Perennial Plant Association (PPA) Symposium. I checked into the hotel and made a beeline for the J.C. Raulston Arboretum. I may sound like an aging rocker on a farewell tour, but it had been ten years since I’d last been there, and I’m not sure when I’ll return.
I’ve had a long history with the arboretum. I was one of J.C. Raulston’s many fans, and for 15 years, when I was living in Western North Carolina, I would visit annually. I met garden designer Edith Eddleman, a longtime arboretum volunteer, in 1981, three days before my daughter Molly was born.
What the arboretum lacks in size (ten acres) it makes up for with inspiration. As Raulston was a prolific collector, there have always been plenty of plant rarities, so I can consistently count on a few surprises—Asian woodland asarums in the lath house or a towering desert Dasylirion wheeleri in the long border.
I’d never seen a Geophyte Garden, however, nor even known what a geophyte was. A geophyte (geo= earth; phyte = plant or growth) is an underground storage organ. OK, I get it—bulbs, corms, tubers and rhizomes. So everything from a Narcissus bulb to a Gladiolus corm to Canna rhizomes counts as a geophyte. Geophyte would be a good word to try and stump your gardening chums with.
The arboretum’s Jekyll Border has long been my focus for garden pilgrimages to the Raleigh area. An army of J.C. Raulston’s horticulture students first planted the border in 1983.  Designer Edith Eddleman quickly found a co-conspirator. She received a letter in 1985 from Doug Ruhren, a  talented gardener whose reputation she had followed via the local grapevine. When Doug asked Edith if she needed any help on the border, she replied, “What are you doing on Thursday?”
Doug Ruhren and Debbie Hamrick with the Perennial Plant Association at the J.C. Raulston Arboretum on August 1st. Brienne Arthur photo.
Leaves of absence, for personal and professional reasons, took them elsewhere for a few years, but they both returned in the Spring of 2012.
Edith and eight committed volunteers meet for a couple of hours every week; Doug was hired as the fulltime arboretum manager in 2017 but still volunteers on the border.
In North America there are not many Gertrude Jekyll-style borders— a whopping big 18’ wide by 300’ long.  Some might argue they are old-fashioned. (English borders are what everyone wanted in the 1980s.) I see the good borders as experimental and dynamic compositions—works in progress. Great Dixter and the Raulston long border are where you’ll find lots of ideas—the dozens of vignettes within the border. Sometimes they work; sometimes they don’t.
Great Dixter’s Fergus Garrett emphasized the risks last week in his lecture at the PPA Symposium. The conductor (designer) must be willing to take a chance and not be too burdened by the conflict between tradition and freedom of expression (mixing bananas with Joe-Pye weed, for example). If the composition succeeds, how thrilling! If it doesn’t, don’t pout about it. Move on. Pull out the offending misfits, and replant. Don’t forget your native pollinators.
The J.C. Raulston long border, inspired by Gertrude Jekyll’s skilled use of plants is “…a distinct scheme of color arrangement based on how the eye responds to color.” Bold foliage— yuccas, grasses and gray and glaucous-foliaged plants anchor the two ends of the border. Each end of the border is a study in contrasts, as strong violet colored flowers might be combined with soft yellow or a pale pink. These delicate contrasts prepare the eye in Jekyll’s words: “…for the splendour of warm…colour harmonies of strong yellows, orange, scarlet and red…culminating in gorgeousness.” When the eye is saturated by these intense colors, it relaxes as it moves over the restful plant combinations that complete the border. Jekyll likened this visual experience to moving from shade into: “…the brilliant glow of hottest sunshine and coming again to the comfort of coolest shade.”
Edith Eddleman cools it down. David Culp photo.
Edith and Doug don’t slavishly follow Jekyll’s use of color, but it is their guiding star. They have a different plant palette. Jekyll used plants suitable for an English garden, such as yuccas and Euphorbia characias. These work well in Raleigh, also, but Edith and Doug experiment with plants adapted for Raleigh’s muggy summers.
OK, so you don’t have the space or the time to do an 18’x 300’ border. It’s August, people. You’re in luck! A small space sounds a whole lot to easier to maintain in late summer than 18’x 300’. Even the smallest gardens can contain plant combinations, adapting Gertrude Jekyll’s color theory:
Edith explains: “At its heart, the long border at the J.C. Raulston Arboretum is about the pleasure of gardening, the infinite possibilities of plant combinations and the promise that this is possible no matter the size of our gardens, large or small, whether we have pots on the terrace or window boxes.
…Here follow a few plant combinations which have brought our interpretation of Jekyll’s border to life in Raleigh, NC—Zone 7b.”
West end color contrasts:gray-green Yucca recurvifolia, the clumping Pycnanthemum loomisii for its silvery foliage and blooms, Galium aristatum with clouds of white flowers, tall spikes of soft yellow Alcea rugosa, Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve,’ Geranium ‘Rozanne,’ pale flowering Coreopsis, drifts of Verbena bonariensis and soft-lavender flowers of Heliotropum amplexicaule that bloom non-stop from Spring until hard frost.
Color harmonies from the hot center of the border: variegated Yucca rigida, Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’, Asclepias tuberosa, cannas— the burgundy foliaged and orange flowering ‘Intrigue,’ the giant red-flowering Hibiscus ‘Holly Springs.’ Kniphofia ‘Orange Blaze,’ vining Lonicera sempervirens, intense yellow Rudbeckia and Helianthus and a host of Hemerocallis in reds, oranges and apricot-flushed yellows.
East Enders:Canna glauca ‘Panache,’ Salvia guaranitica ‘Black and Blue,’ combined with soft-yellow daylilies, Geranium endressii ‘Wargrave Pink,’ bold-foliaged Phlomis russeliana, white flowered Calamintha, warm-pink Verbena ‘Silver Anne,’ blue-flowering Clematis integrifolia that spills over silver-foliaged Nepeta ‘Junior Walker,’ spikes of white and yellow-blooming Verbascum chauxii with mounds of soft-yellow Chrysanthemum ‘Gethsemane Moonlight.’
Imagine the Jekyll Border as either a short walk or a long stroll. If you’re poking along the border, oohing and aahing, as I tend to do, you could easily spend an hour or more walking from one end to the other in a happy-go-lucky, timeless manner.
I like to stroll the Jekyll border with a friend or two. It’s handy to have a younger friend along, one with a nimbler mind, so you don’t have to put up with my Medicare-ready demographic. We, more often, stumble with plant names: “Um, er…I know what it is; it’ll come to me.” Don’t blame it on Latin. (Oh, we used to be so good with botanic names.) Nouns become an obstacle when you get older. So make friends with young gardeners, and keep a pencil and paper handy.
Seed heads of Rudbeckia maxima.
The big, fat, thimble-shaped seeds on Rudbeckia maxima fascinate me. What a versatile plant.  The yellow blooms look like little somberos. The big gray-green, paddle-shaped leaves are a bonus. I’m going to throw my sombrero in the ring with everyone else who is praising Pycnanthemum muticum for its extraordinary pollinator qualities. It’ll gobble up some space if you’ve got the room. If you don’t have the room, make some room. What a pleasure it was to see the huge white blooms of the towering 12’ tall Eupatorium ‘Bartered Bride.’
I love the arboretum’s Jekyll Border for its richness of colors, textures and imaginative combinations, but mostly I’m crazy about Edith Eddleman and Doug Ruhren. Gardening doesn’t happen in a void. A garden is only possible with passionate, devoted gardeners.
Eupatorium ‘Bartered Bride’ variegated Arundo donax and Salvia ‘Indigo Spires’.
I thought about my mother a lot on this trip. She loved her garden. (I drove by her childhood home in Winston-Salem on my way down.) She would have turned 90 while I was in Raleigh. I know what she would have said if she’d been with me, walking alongside the Raulston long border last week. I can hear her Piedmont North Carolina accent. “I am thrilled to pieces to be here.”
I was thrilled to pieces to be in the presence of Doug and Edith and the Jekyll Border.
Border Control originally appeared on Garden Rant on August 8, 2018.
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The Conveniences Of Vinyl Railings
Love verandas are called after Love from Shakespeare's Romeo as well as Love. Metal barriers make sure a case where the daily life from the barrier matches the life expectancy of the house. In theaters, the porch was actually in the past a stage-box, but the label is right now normally confined to the aspect of the amphitheater over the gown cycle and also here the picture. If you have a easy but beautiful park seat, you must place this in your balcony. It is actually also a good ornament in your patio so your neighbors will definitely not believe that you fear of all of them yet they will certainly simply assume that you are making your residence wonderful using the patio privacy monitors as design. That will help you safeguard your personal privacy and also together, that will certainly additionally enhance the protection from your property. 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If the balcony is encountering the kind of sawtooth-shaped building, it has to be actually fixed with the convex looking glass. This is actually a category that features such outside aspects as a yard arc, a functioned iron arbor, an outdoor gazebo as well as a functioned iron lattice. Professionals likewise highly recommend given that through this your tiny plants are much better secured against invaders as well as insects (like your up-to-no-good kitty for instance). Relying how you use your patio there are actually a lot of concepts on the market to improve the appeal from that. As an example, if the balcony is actually just also small for engaging, after that you can still dress this up through placing big porcelain or stone ceramic tiles on the deck from your balcony. 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Ground directly from the garden could not be utilized since it will definitely notdrain fast good enough, causing inadequate sky for the origins, and also that draws awayfrom the edges of the pot when completely dry. If the box backyard is to lean on a terrace or various other solid area, elevate them on cleats or established on bricks or sections from wood therefore drainage holes won't end up being clogged.
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新贵妃醉酒 - New Drunken Concubine
新贵妃醉酒 - 李玉刚 New Drunken Concubine - Li Yugang Original Song Detailed Notes and Analysis Here Lyrics/Composition/Arrangement: Hu Li 那一年的雪花飘落梅花开枝头 那一年的华清池旁留下太多愁 That year, snowflakes were drifting among the tree branches as the plum flowers began to bloom That year, too much sorrow was left at the banks of the Huaqing Pool 不要说谁是谁非感情错与对 只想梦里与你一起再醉一回 Let's not talk of who stayed true or who's to blame, feelings that are both right and wrong All I want is to dream once more, to share one last drink with you in a drunken haze 金雀钗玉搔头是你给我的礼物 霓裳羽衣曲几番轮回为你歌舞 These hairpins and ornaments, birds shaped of jade and gold, were gifts you gave to me And I danced and sang for you again and again, to the Raiment of Rainbows and Feathers 剑门关是你对我深深的思念 马嵬坡下愿为真爱魂断红颜 The Jianmen Pass represents depth of your devotion to my memory. For in the name of true love, I was willing to lay down my life and soul at the slopes of Mawei. 爱恨就在一瞬间 举杯对月情似天 爱恨两茫茫 问君何时恋 For a single moment, love and hate raised a toast towards the moon, And encompassed the heavens themselves Love and hate, both vast and endless As they ask my lord, when will you turn your gaze here? 菊花台倒影明月 谁知吾爱心中寒 醉在君王怀 梦回大唐爱 The bright moonlight reflects upon the chrysanthemum terrace Who knew that love could run so cold through in my heart? As I lay intoxicated in my lord's embrace, My dreams take me back into the love from the Great Tang palace
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