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vandaliatraveler · 8 months

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A selection of late summer wildflowers growing in the riparian zone along the Monongahela River at the Friendship Hill National Historic Site.

From top: Paleleaf woodland sunflower (Helianthus strumosus), also known as pale-leaved sunflower, distinguished by long leaf petioles and a pale leaf underside; common sneezeweed (Helenium autumnale), a water-loving aster whose dried leaves were once used to make snuff; cardinal flower (Lobelia cardinalis), whose scarlet, five-lobed flowers draw hummingbirds as pollinators; the closely-related great blue lobelia (Lobelia siphilitica), which early settlers once used as a treatment for syphilis (wishful thinking); and blue mistflower (Conoclinium coelestinum), or wild ageratum, a native aster that has become popular as a garden plant.

As a note, about a dozen sunflowers call NC-WV - SW PA home and they readily hybridize, often complicating identification. Pale-leaved sunflower has a tall, branching structure up to 7 feet in height and dense clusters of large flowers. In addition to long petioles and a pale leaf underside, this sunflower has a smooth stem with a whitish bloom to it. It's a very beautiful mid-to-late summer aster and one of my favorite wildflowers of Central Appalachia.

#appalachia #vandalia #wildflowers #flora #summer #pennsylvania #monongahela river #friendship hill national historic site #pale-leaved sunflower #paleleaf woodland sunflower #paleleaf sunflower #common sneezeweed #cardinal flower #great blue lobelia #blue mistflower #mistflower #wild argeratum #riparian

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paimonial-rage · 1 year

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the refining of feeling - albedo

synopsis: in which you are saved by and nursed back to health by a kind stranger

ship: albedo x reader

notes: an fantasy!au isekai story without the isekai

When you escaped from your abusive home with an illness that had settled itself within your chest since your childhood, he found you collapsed in the forest and took you to his home. You caught glimpses of him between fevered dreams. He had unblemished skin and lovely blue eyes. His moments were soft and thoughtful, as if he were contemplating each step. Within the haze of fog and heat, you wondered if he was an angel here to finally take you from the miserable life you were given.

It was when you awoke to sunlight and warmth that you found you weren’t far off. You had not died, but he did save you. He was an elf, one of the oldest, most knowledgeable races in this world. After helping you take your first sip of water in what felt like days, he offered you a deal. If you let him study your rare illness, he would treat you and allow you to live with him until you were cured. Never wanting to see your family ever again, you agreed in a heartbeat.

Though he kept much to himself, you quickly found yourself unable to bear the silence. So, you began to bother him. As he skimmed through books and added different roots and herbs to a mortar and pestle, you would ask him questions. What was the difference between anemo and geo crystal cores? What effect did adding a mistflower do to a concoction? Surprisingly, he did not find you annoying as you initially expected, but answered your questions calmly.

Eventually you came to realize that the poor elf did not leave his home much. Really, it was a wonder how he managed to find you in the forest. So, you began requesting to explore more and more. And when he agreed, you smiled and took his hand to drag him along with you. While he seemed bothered at first, your adventures were never boring. If you weren’t discovering something new, he was teaching you about the medicinal uses of different flora and fauna. During times of comfortable silence, there he would be writing notes away in his notebook. You wondered what kept his attention so aptly.

As time passed, you happened to notice he started seeking out your company more. It wasn’t rare to find you both sitting side by side reading or cooking a meal together for Klee. He also revealed one day that he was not writing notes in his book, but drawing sketches of you. He said he found your expressions fascinating, always curious as to what kind of face you would show him next. He spoke of it all so nonchalantly, as if your cheeks weren't burning in embarrassment.

When you were requested to return back to the life you left behind from a dear childhood friend, you prepared to say goodbye to Albedo for good. He never had any interest in leaving, after all. So when he announced he would accompany you, your heart burst in relief and guilt. You were terrified to go alone, but you also knew human society looked to exploit elves for their knowledge. Upon expressing your fears to him, though, he assured you he would be fine. He wanted to discover the truth of the world with you.

That being said…

“Is there something wrong, First?”

Your face glowed a burning pink, and you avoided his eyes. You could nearly feel the heat of his body as he placed a hand against your forehead. Was it necessary for him to stand so close? What in the world was your childhood friend going to think?

“I’m feeling fine, Albedo. I’m not sick…” You muttered under your breath.

He hummed before he placed his hand against the side of your neck.

“You are flushed and your pulse is faster than normal. You’re still weak, First. You have many plans for tomorrow. It would be best if you turned in early today.”

Your childhood friend took a step forward.

“Th-Then let me help you in, First!”

But Albedo’s hand pressed against your back and turned you to the front door.

“It’s alright,” he replied. “A lot has changed since the days of the past. I doubt you’ll have much to recognize.”

Your childhood friend spluttered in outrage.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

You tried to spin around, but with Albedo gently urging you to the door, you could only turn your head instead.

“We remodeled the mansion, so everything is moved around. I’ll show you around next time you come, okay? And– Albedo!”

He turned back to your friend.

“First really does need to rest. I’m not sure you’re familiar with their care, so it’ll be best to meet them at another time.”

Had your back not been turned, you would have seen his eyes narrow ever so slightly and his lips curl into a smile.

“Please come again soon.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #my writing #albedo #albedo x reader #first i forgot i had this finished for months and then forgot i had it sitting in my drafts ready to post for a couple weeks

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fantasy-scifi-art · 3 years

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Princess King Boo by Mistflow draws

#Mistflow draws #mistflow #Princess #King Boo #Gallery520

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foxyfantasygirl · 4 years

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by Mistflow draws

#foxy #fantasy #potion #mage

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millenniaspast · 4 years

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Ground Cover Plants

I've been thinking about ground cover plants a lot. I saw some incredible photos of someone's gorgeous garden where they were building greenhouses. It was impeccably maintained, the grass was full and dense and perfectly trimmed and edged and it looked so tidy.

It got me thinking about the type of ground cover plants I would want on my own land, and as much as I love the look of well maintained grass, it seems impractical to maintain in a larger area (like an orchard) and I also think there are less thirsty options that might also have more uses.

Obviously, what plants I use will depend on where I am, but here are some favorite ideas of mine (mostly for central Texas):

Mistflower (this is Gregg’s Mistflower but there are others) is a really good one because its gorgeous and also draws butterflies like crazy for pollinating.

As for grasses, I’ve seen a couple good ones:

Switchgrass (top) and Indiangrass (bottom) are both native prarie grasses that actually get pretty tall, so maybe not best for orchards, but are great for grazing livestock like cattle and sheep.

Prairie Dropseed is probably my favorite grass option, just for its thick, vibrant look and low profile. Its also probably the most verdant looking drought-proof grass I’ve ever seen. I love the look of this stuff.

Anyway, those are my thoughts for now. I might come back and add to this post as I find more options that I like.

(If you’re looking for more information, this would be a good place to start)

#plants #farmcore #cottagecore #ground cover plants #gardens

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sensitivefern · 7 years

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Thus Samson is the sun and his sacred hair its streamers.

Now the secret out, Delilah made Samson ‘sleep upon her knees; and she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his head; and she began to afflict him, and his strength went from him’ (16:19). As a precautionary measure, she also had him bound with seven withes – the septenate congealing process. Samson must have been a heavy sleeper, for he did not know he was being bound or shaved. Still, matter is a sleepy place; thus it was with Adam, Noah, Pharaoh, and even God, who had to ‘rest’ in it...

[Deceptions and Myths of the Bible]

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It was already my settled policy then, as it has remained ever since, to make no public protest against anything printed about me, however false and even libellous: as I have before noted, that plan bore defiant fruit in Menckeniana: A Schimpflexikon, published in 1928. There ensued a pleasant correspondence with Van Doren, and he was presently asking me to do some reviews for the Nation. [...] In 1934, more than a year after my name had disappeared from the Nation’s flagstaff, my former connection with it was recalled by the once celebrated Mrs. Elizabeth Dilling, and she listed me in The Red Network, her ‘who’s who and handbook of radicalism for patriots’. The imbecility delighted me... Her counts against me were that I was a member of the National Mooney-Billings Committee and the National Committee on Freedom from Censorship... and had been a member of the John Reed Club and a contributing editor of the Nation... As a matter of fact, I had never been a member of the two committees named... and I certainly never belonged to the John Reed Club, a frankly Communist organization.

[H.L. Mencken]

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Notice that I have not mentioned bone meal. Even if it were an excellent fertilizer (which it is not), using bone meal in the garden is probably not a good idea. The way I understand it, in olden times bone meal was manufactured from fresh bones that still had some meat scraps attached. Today, bones are steamed to extract fat from the marrow, which is used to manufacture who knows what, soap perhaps. As well, the bones are mechanically scraped clean of meat scraps to be used for other by-products... what is left is nearly pure calcium phosphate, which is just about insoluble. I believe that bone meal is a poor fertilizer, low in nutrients, and attractive to every dog and skunk in the neighborhood. They will come digging for the bones they think are buried and in the process uproot the geophytes.

[Bulbs for Garden Habitats]

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hairy chervil | Chaerophyllum hirsutum Native to central and southern Europe; boggy meadows, wet ravines, banks of streams and creeks, etc. ... clump-former... foliage is ferny and apple-scented... to 1.2m in height... hardy to zone 6... ‘In the garden, ~ is valued for its fine-textured and delightfully scented foliage and delicate flowers. It provides an excellent complement to many perennials with its ferny leaves and airy flower stalks weaving in between other plants’... one cultivar exists – ‘Roseum’...

green-and-gold, golden knee, golden star | Chrysogonum virginianum Native to the eastern USA... woodlands, forest clearings, edges, slopes of ravines... mat-forming... is said to be both stoloniferous and rhizomatous... fruits are 4-mm-long achenes... readily takes to the garden and is useful as a groundcover... cultivars include ‘Allen Bush’, ‘Pierre’, ‘Springbrook’, and ‘Eco Lacquered Spider’...

hardy ageratum, mistflower, blue bonset | Conoclinium coelestinum (= Eupatorium coelestinum) Native to eastern North America... bogs, stream banks, ravines, wet slopes, etc. ... forms vigorous clumps... no botanical varieties as such; improved selections include ‘Corey’ and ‘Wayside Variety’...

[When Perennials Bloom]

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Socks Get heavy woolen lumberman's socks, and wear them in and out of season. They are not one whit hotter on the feet than the thinnest you can buy, for the impervious leather of the shoe is really what keeps in the animal heat—the sock has little to do with it. You will find the soft thick wool an excellent cushion for a long tramp; and with proper care to avoid wrinkles, you will never become tender-footed nor chafed. At first it seems ridiculous to draw on such thick and apparently hot socks when the sun peeping over the rim of the desert promises you a scorching day. Nothing but actual experience will convince you; but I am sure that if you will give the matter a fair test, you will come inevitably to my conclusion.

[Stewart Edward White, Camp and Trail]

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❚Menckeniana: A Schimpflexikon is a collection of articles and quotations denouncing H. L. Mencken, collected and arranged by Mencken himself, with the assistance of Sara Haardt, his bride-to-be. The word “schimpflexikon” is from the German language; it means, roughly, a dictionary of vituperation.

‘Affluenza’ teen told he has to sit in prison for another year

My wife works at a local bookstore and to her and the team Amazon is the devil. However, they recommend ThriftBooks and AbeBooks all the time because they're like the local bookstores of the net. I love it, they have some rare stuff I hadn't been able to find even on Amazon.

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fantasy-scifi-art · 3 years

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