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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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The language of flowers

Wei Wuxian loves gifting his husband flowers - but they're never randomly chosen. His bouquets have meanings, always - because the only item he has left from his mother is a book on the language of flowers. She used to tell him flowers aren't just pleasing to the eyes, they can also whisper to the heart. And as with the sparse memories he has of her, Wei Wuxian has kept these words close to his heart.

On his first date with Lan Wangji, he brought him a bouquet of blue hydrangeas. Gratitude, grace and beauty. He had attached a little note to it, explaining the meanings of the flowers and how they reminded Wei Wuxian of Lan Wangji's elegance and beauty, and how he had been grateful that Lan Wangji had asked him out on a date. He also added some advice on how to care for the flowers, and a lipstick stain kiss in the corner of the card, just to be cheeky.

On their one year anniversary, he brought Lan Wangji a bouquet of blue clematis flowers. The base petals shone a pretty, silvery white, and they layered upwards into shades of blue. Loyalty, courage, mental strength. It had not been an easy year, with their families disapproving of their relationship, the backlash of it, scandals after scandals. But they stayed true to one another and their love regardless.

They had two flower bouquets at their wedding. Both gentians. Justice and victory, prevailing through hardship. And a symbol for Lan Wangji's late mother, who would grow gentians in little flower pots and call them her windowsill garden.

When A-Yuan's adoption papers came in, both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji made him a beautiful bouquet - sunflowers, gerberas, marigolds and daisies. Joy, happiness, optimism. He had kept telling them how much he loved flowers and how he wished to visit a field of colorful ones like he read in his story books. So they brought a patch of flower field to him when they picked him up, and stopped to laugh and chase one another in a lavender field on the way home.

Wei Wuxian wanted to open up a flower shop. Lan Wangji gifted him the key to his dream job into the petals of a red rose.

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Lillies are fragrant, large flowers, white, pink or orange. Innocence, peace, beauty.

Orchids mean "I will always love you", everlasting devotion to the very end.

Gladioli symbolize strength of character, integrity, faithfulness.

Lan Wangji picks up two of each, and ties them separately with red and white ribbons.

They're beautiful, fresh, colorful.

He lays them onto Wei Ying's grave with A-Yuan.

"Do you think baba would like them?"

"Mn."

A-Yuan smiles, tearful, looking at the small oval picture of his baba on the tombstone. "I hope the flowers whisper something nice to him today."

Lan Wangji can't find it in himself to speak, the knot in his throat is too tight.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #this is the prompt my friend asked for and now that i did it shes yelling at me for making her cry

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spunknbite · 9 months

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South Downs, revisited

The garden faces south.

Wisteria and lavender. Borders of delphinium. Brilliant violet asters, peonies and shock-white hydrangeas. Hostas that could use splitting come spring. Hollyhocks thriving, standing ten feet easy. Lady’s Mantle, climbing roses, snap dragons. Yarrow, a lot of yarrow.

Grow you a garden. Start from seed, from the beginning, the inception. Dirt under fingernails, cracked terracotta pots, noon sun high. Watch stalks rise and flowers bloom, creation, something new and whole and yours.

There’s lattice-work arches too. A little neglected, water-warped wood imprinted with decades of climbing tendrils tattooing the grain. The clematis has fallen back, overstretched and thinning at the apex, but still the stains of its vines remain on the wood, revealing past summers. The patio stones that dot the perimeter are smoothed almost slippery from years of use and rain. Initials are carved in the trunk of the overgrown birch that shadows the back gate. SM + RB dug deep in testament, a fine layer of moss creeping at the edges.

Loved, this garden was loved by its former caretakers. Could be loved again, certainly.

There’s room enough to spread out. Add some colour — daylilies, cosmos, bellflowers. Coax some ivy up the brick. Mint as ground cover, along with flowering thyme, lily of the valley, phlox.

He could build an awning off the back wall, offer some more cover. Move the hostas – they’d be happier under the protection. Plant some astilbes, coral bells, some begonias in the summer. Add a few lounges, a place for an angel to read while it storms.

Maybe an apple tree, if he’s feeling bold.

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“I quite miss the country,” Aziraphale says one afternoon. A sip of tea, the familiar clink of cup on saucer. “It’s been centuries.”

“Tadfield?”

“Centuries since I’ve holidayed properly. The occasional day trip hardly counts.”

“You can’t leave this shop.”

“Not permanently, maybe just to get some air. See the sky again.” Saucer meets desk. A smile his way, blue eyes alight,

“And I will make thee beds of Roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle”

“For Satan’s sake, you’re invoking Marlowe of all people?”

“And why shouldn’t I? Just because he’s been a smidge overshadowed by —”

“You know he was an atheist, angel?”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

“And that broken clock can write poetry too?”

“Quite.”

The bell above the shop door rings, and Aziraphale is off.

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The third bedroom is just a nook really; it peaks out of a dormer window overlooking the back garden. It has built-in shelves along one wall, inset and bordered with the sort of colonial crown moulding that Crowley imagines only Aziraphale would truly appreciate. Grandmotherly; shelves seemingly meant to house sun-faded doilies and ceramic cats.

But it could be a library. Granted, a small one, but there was space enough for a collection of the essentials with room to spare under the window for a desk. An angel must keep up with his correspondence, after all.

Dear angel, he’d written once, centuries ago. Then scribbled it out.

Dear angel, he’d written again, not long after. Then burned it.

Dear angel, he’d written again and again and again. Wasted paper made pulp made paper again, never sent.

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He buys the damned cottage.

Dumb idea. Impulsive, really. Like a lot of what he did, what he still does — gets a notion in his demonic skull and just charges on, unencumbered by reflection. As if he trusts some higher power is looking out for him, has his back – the absurdity of it. Once upon a time before the beginning of the world, he’d sauntered vaguely downward without really considering all the consequences, the ramifications of it all; hadn’t weighed and measured, worked out the celestial maths. No, he made a choice and paid for it without knowing the price.

(he would have kept sauntering on anyway, knowing where it would ultimately lead — earth and humans and their wonderful cars and Aziraphale and and and — but he hadn’t known then, couldn’t have known, just what shape his damnation would take, and that was rather the point; he was a careless idiot)

Here too, on earth. We can run away together — Alpha Centauri. Get an idea, a cocked up, stupid thought and go all in on it.

The Bentley, raging down London streets. A sharp, nearly blind corner. Is there oncoming traffic? Could he stop if he wanted to? Who’s even in control, has he ever been? Has he gone from one master to another to another?

You go too fast for me, Crowley.

So he buys the damned cottage, because what else can he do?

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Aziraphale gets in the elevator and Crowley gets in the Bentley. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it’s not South Downs.

Also on ao3 for anyone interested.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #today i chose violence #south downs happily ever afters are my fav candy of choice so hey let's ruin that just like season 2 ruined me

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merrybrides · 1 year

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Boutonnière Ideas for Any Wedding Style

Just about any bloom will work for the wedding boutonnière, but why stick with predictable picks? Luckily, there's no shortage of ideas. But how do you pick the perfect wedding boutonnière that will earn your seal of approval and still feel like a cohesive part of your floral design?

Start with the color: White, green, and yellow are all popular shades. Another great way to balance out a boutonnière is with the addition of bold greenery. Fresh herbs, leafy greens, or a modern succulent are all great additions to softer-hued flowers. Or go with one large succulent, a cluster of greens or berries, or a barely there off-white cluster of nontraditional wedding flowers—we like perennial astilbe or clematis—for a look that expresses a more modern style.

In an effort to help you select the perfect boutonnière, we rounded up some great ideas that you're sure to love.

Rosebuds and Bunny Tails

Red and white rosebuds totally pop against this gray, acutely patterned suit jacket without clashing with that funky purple pocket square. We love how the addition of feathery dried grasses and fluffy bunny tails completely refreshes this otherwise traditional rose boutonnière.

Blue Grape Hyacinths

There's nothing more evocative of a brilliant summer day than this cluster of blue grape hyacinths wrapped in a natural, bleached burlap. Best of all? The flowers were picked up from the local flower market the day before this intimate waterfront wedding.

Dried Grasses and Chrysanthemum

Now, this is posh with an organic boho twist. The oh-so sophisticated formal tux gets a brush of nature with a boutonnière of bleached, dried grasses and chrysanthemums. We can't help but drool over the color palette.

Flag Pins and a Single Rose

Let your flags fly and wear your national pride on your, er, lapel on your wedding day. This white rose boutonnière is crowned with an American and Canadian flag pin representing the newlyweds' separate nationalities coming together.

Scabiosa and Rosemary

These playful bundles present an unexpected composition. Lollipop scabiosa and fragrant rosemary come together in the most elegant way.

Green Hellebores and Privet Berries

These boutonnières of muted green hellebores, reddened foliage, and tiny privet berries encapsulate all the romance of an autumnal wedding. We love that each tiny posy keeps with the uniformity of the bunch but takes on a unique look all its own.

A Garden Rose With Tuberose and Delphinium

Now here's a romantic boutonnière. A rust-hued garden rose is framed by pale pink and cream tuberose and delphinium for a color palette that harmonizes beautifully with the pale tuxedo.

Pampas Grass and Greens

An inky tux with a black shawl collar can be difficult to accessorize. This bright pampas grass boutonnière contrasts exquisitely in both texture and tone without getting lost in the mix.

Purple Clematis

Purple and blue are far from your traditional nuptial color palette. But this purple clematis boutonniere and gray-blue suit certainly make a case for the combo.

Berry and Gum Leaves

A simple boutonniere comprised of berry, gum leaves, and additional greenery adds a fresh touch to this black-and-white ensemble. How sweet is that twine wrapped around the stems?

Mums With Dried Grasses and Ferns

We're definitely digging this combination of bold, spicy hues with all-black attire and turquoise accents. The rich boutonnière gets its character from sunset-hued mums, dried grasses, and ferns.

Ivory Rose and Rosemary

Roses and rosemary seem like they would go hand in hand, which is why we're surprised we haven't seen more of them together. This herbaceous medley consists of a single ivory rose and clusters of rosemary all wrapped in matching satin ribbon.

Astilbe Tied With Ribbon

Hello, texture! Fluffy and poignant astilbe is backed by greenery and held tightly with ribbon in this boutonnière. Check out how the pink ribbon picks up on the slightest bits of pink in the blooms.

Lavender and Olive Leaves

Fairy-tale nuptials in the French countryside clearly call for an equally enchanting boutonnière. This storybook design pairs sprigs of heavenly lavender with olive leaves and ties it all together with frayed linen in the palest shade of blue. Et voilà!

Garden Roses and Hypericum Berries

Pale green blooms and hints of white just exude "alfresco wedding." This boutonnière consists of locally foraged botanicals, garden roses, and hypericum berries in the most revitalizing of hues.

Mini Tulips and Herbs

Who doesn't instantly smile when looking at this jubilant little mix? Here, happy yellow tulips and rosemary come together in the most vivacious boutonnière.

Pieris and Dried Grasses

This charcoal suit takes on new life with a boutonnière of pieris and dried grasses. The sea-inspired textures and muted tones are a picture-perfect fit for a boho coastal wedding.

Succulent With Snowberries

If soft, cool tones are taking up real estate on your wedding mood board, you'll want to take note of these pale blues, soft grays, and powdery greens. This succulent boutonnière is accented with yellow snowberries and dusty miller leaves for a truly unique design.

Wintry Roses and Greenery

Think winter-wedding chic without all the obvious, seasonal connotations. These boutonnières of plum, dusty purple, and cranberry roses with vibrant greenery completely nailed the aesthetic.

Hydrangea Blossoms, Berries, and Acorns

A white and green boutonnière comprised of hydrangea blossoms, berries, and acorns has all kinds of unexpected textures. And honestly, how sweet are those tiny acorns?

Off-White Roses

This blue striped suit and polka-dot bow tie need little extra in the way of accessories. A classic boutonnière comprised of off-white roses and extended stems finishes off the look nicely.

Rustic Thistles

We absolutely adore a little rustic touch to an otherwise formal fête. This blue thistle and rosemary boutonnière is simple and eye-catching.

Mustache Pin With Dried Wheat

What's a wedding without a little personality? This harvest-themed boutonnière of dried wheat and pastoral flowers gets a little pizazz with a mustache pin.

Peach Ranunculus and Silver Brunia

This boutonnière of a single peach ranunculus and silver brunia highlights the fact that peach tones and silvery greens are quite complementary. We especially like the unique, duo-chrome approach to ribboning off the medley in silver and black.

#boutonnière #wedding flowers #grooms flowers #grooms attire #boutonniere

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br-nz · 2 years

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Purple Flowerganza!

It’s spring here in New Zealand and My wisteria is gloriously fragrant and The clematis is putting on its best show yet

#my garden #wisteria #purple #clematis #spring #flowers

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tragic-cottonball · 1 year

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The first of the Peonies and Clematis bloomed today. This peony can definitely stay, I love the color and it's fragrant! The clematis are pretty meh but, still nice to have flowers all over the fence.

#my garden #mmnnll #garden 2023

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stirlingmoss · 1 year

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Fig Tree

This afternoon, as storm clouds descended over London and the world turned the colour of melancholy, Kostas Kazantzakis buried me in the garden. In the back garden, that is. Normally I liked it here, among the lush camellias, sweetly fragrant honeysuckles and witch hazels with their spidery flowers, but this was no normal day. I tried to cheer up and see the bright side of things. Not that it helped. I was nervous, filled with apprehension. I had never been buried before.

Kostas had been toiling outside in the cold since the early hours. A light sheen of sweat had formed on his brow and it glistened every time he forced the steel edge of the spade into solid earth. Behind him extended the shadows of the wooden trellises that in summer were covered with climbing roses and clematis vines, but were now no more than a see-through barrier separating our garden from the neighbour’s terrace. Slowly accumulating beside his leather boots, alongside the silvery trail left by a snail, was a pile of soil, clammy and crumbling to the touch. His breath clouded in front of his face, his shoulders were taut inside his navy parka – the one he had bought from a vintage shop on Portobello Road – and his knuckles were red and raw, slightly bleeding, but he didn’t seem to notice.

I was cold and, though I did not want to admit it to myself, frightened. I wished I could have shared my worries with him. But even if I could have spoken, he was too distracted to hear me, absorbed in his own thoughts as he kept digging without so much as a glance in my direction. When he was done, he would put the spade aside, look at me with those sage-green eyes that I knew had seen things both pleasant and painful, and push me down into the hollow ground.

Only days to Christmas, and all around the neighbourhood sparkled fairy lights and metallic tinsels. Inflatable Santas and reindeer with plastic smiles. Bright, blinking garlands dangled from shop awnings and stars twinkled in house windows, offering furtive peeks into other people’s lives, which always seemed less complicated somehow, more exciting – happier. Inside the hedge a whitethroat began to sing – swift, scratchy notes. I wondered what a North African warbler was doing in our garden at this time of the year. Why hadn’t it left for warmer places with all the others that must now be on their way south, and who, if they made a slight change in their flight path, might just as well head towards Cyprus and visit my motherland.

I knew they got lost occasionally, passerine birds. Rarely, yet it happened. And at times they just could not make the journey any more, year in year out, the same but never the same, miles of emptiness rolling out in all directions, and so they stayed, even though it meant hunger and cold and, too often, death.

It had been a long winter already. So unlike last year’s mild weather, with its overcast skies, scattered showers, muddy tracks, a cascade of gloom and grey. Nothing out of the ordinary for dear old England. But this year, since early autumn, the climate had been erratic. At night we heard the howling of the gale and it brought to mind things untamed and unbidden, things within each of us that we were not yet ready to face, let alone comprehend. Many mornings when we woke up, we found the roads glazed with ice and blades of grass stiffened like shards of emerald. There were thousands of homeless people sleeping rough on the streets of London and not enough shelters for even a quarter of them.

Tonight was set to be the coldest night of the year so far. Already the air, as if composed of splinters of glass, pierced everything it touched. That is why Kostas was rushing, bent on completing his task before the ground turned to stone.

Storm Hera – that’s what they had called the impending cyclone. Not George or Olivia or Charlie or Matilda this time, but a mythological name. They said it was going to be the worst in centuries – worse than the Great Storm of 1703, which had torn the tiles from rooftops, stripped ladies of their whalebone corsets, gentlemen of their powdered wigs, and beggars of the rags on their backs; wrecked timber-framed mansions and mud-built slums alike; smashed sailing ships as if they were paper boats and blown all the sewage floating down the Thames on to the riverbanks.

Stories, perhaps, but I believed in them. Just as I believed in legends, and the underlying truths they tried to convey.

I told myself that if everything went according to plan, I would only be buried for three months, maybe even less. When the daffodils bloomed along the footpaths and the bluebells carpeted the woods, and the whole of nature was animated again, I would be unburied. Bolt upright and wide awake. But, hard as I tried, I could not hold on to that sliver of hope while the winter, fierce and unrelenting, felt as if it were here to stay. I had never been good at optimism anyway. It must have been in my DNA. I was descended from a long line of pessimists. So I did what I often did: I began to imagine all the ways in which things could go wrong. What if this year spring did not arrive and I remained under the earth – forever? Or what if spring did make an appearance at long last, but Kostas Kazantzakis forgot to dig me up?

A gust of wind swept past, cutting into me like a serrated knife. Kostas must have noticed for he stopped digging. ‘Look at you! You’re freezing, poor thing.’

He cared about me, always had. In the past, whenever the weather turned frigid, he took precautions to keep me alive. I remember one chilly afternoon in January he set up windbreaks all around me and wrapped me with layer upon layer of burlap to reduce moisture loss. Another time he covered me with mulch. He placed heat lamps in the garden to provide warmth throughout the night and, most crucially, before the crack of dawn, the darkest hour of the day and often the coldest. That is when most of us fall into a sleep we never wake up from – the homeless on the streets, and

us …

… fig trees. I am a Ficus carica, known as the edible common fig, though I can assure you there’s nothing common about me. I am a proud member of the great mulberry family of Moraceae from the kingdom of Plantae. Originating in Asia Minor, I can be found across a vast geography from California to Portugal and Lebanon, from the shores of the Black Sea to the hills of Afghanistan and the valleys of India.

Burying fig trees in trenches underground during the harshest winters and unearthing them in spring is a curious if well-established tradition. Italians settled in sub-zero towns in America and Canada are familiar with it. So are Spaniards, Portuguese, Maltese, Greeks, Lebanese, Egyptians, Tunisians, Moroccans, Algerians, Israelis, Palestinians, Iranians, Kurds, Turks, Jordanians, Syrians, Sephardic Jews … and us Cypriots.

Maybe not the young so much these days, but the elderly are no stranger to the custom. The ones who first migrated from the milder climes of the Mediterranean to the blustery cities and conurbations across the West. The ones who, after all these years, still dream up ingenious ways to smuggle across borders their favourite smelly cheese, smoked pastrami, stuffed sheep intestines, frozen manti, homemade tahini, carob syrup, karidaki glyko, cow stomach soup, spleen sausage, tuna eyeballs, rams’ testicles … even though they might, if only they searched, find at least some of these delicacies in the ‘international food’ section of supermarkets in their adopted countries. But they would claim it is not the same taste.

First-generation immigrants are a species all their own. They wear a lot of beige, grey or brown. Colours that do not stand out. Colours that whisper, never shout. There is a tendency to formality in their mannerisms, a wish to be treated with dignity. They move with a slight ungainliness, not quite at ease in their surroundings. Both eternally grateful for the chances life has given them and scarred by what it has snatched away, always out of place, separated from others by some unspoken experience, like survivors of a car accident.

First-generation immigrants talk to their trees all the time – when there are no other people nearby, that is. They confide in us, describing their dreams and aspirations, including those they have left behind, like wisps of wool caught on barbed wire during fence crossings. But for the most part, they simply enjoy our company, chatting to us as though to old, long missed friends. They are caring and tender towards their plants, especially those they have brought along with them from lost motherlands. They know, deep within, that when you save a fig tree from a storm, it is someone’s memory you are saving.

#P44 #The Island of Missing Trees: Fig Tree #Elif Shafak

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inthecityofgoodabode · 6 months

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October 2023: Frost & Halloween

Samhain Frost:

Despite the frost, our summer blooming fragrant clematis is still doing its thing:

A moth:

Halloween... your friendly neighborhood hunchback. We had less than our usual 50 odd trick-or-treaters but it was still a good night. My favorites were the family whose children were all ninjas including one ninja turtle, the two brothers dressed as Bob Ross & the kid dressed as the unfranchise affiliated African-American superhero. Wait... how could I forget the kid dressed as an old school Godzilla circa Godzilla vs. Megalon:

Last pagan on the block to give the night up. Also, me pulling that crazy Aleister Crowley / Rasputin stare:

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bengtsonrosendahl80 · 1 year

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Getting Vines Where You Need Them

Vines works extremely well in your landscape to create numerous effects. Vines are perfect for covering structural walls, boulders, stone walls, etc. In many areas the ivies are utilized greater than other vines. The quickest growing ivy is Boston Ivy. Another good vine for walls is Japanese Bittersweet. It is definitely an evergreen and grows well about the north side of buildings. It also does well in exposed locations. Large and small-leaved types of Winter-creeper are hardy vines that can be used for wall planting. Other vines that cling without aid to concrete, stone and brick include English ivy, Lowe ivy, Chinese trumpet-creeper and Virginia creeper (also known as woodbine or American ivy). Virginia creeper will grow in twines around trees so they cover the ground in wooded areas. It makes a great building cover but does become heavy and may should be thinned because it ages. It is also effective at providing shade. Other vines that produce good shade include Grape, Silver Vine and Dutchman's Pipe. There are lots of vines that add color and sweetness but are not self-supporting. These types of vines can usually be trellis-trained. The more showy models of these kind of vines include Wisteria, containing clusters of white to purple blossoms; climbing Hydrangea, with large white clusters, Trumpet-creeper, that has clusters of huge scarlet and orange flowers in late summer and Clematis, using a large flower appearing from early summer until fall. Another popular vine is the Trumpet Honeysuckle. The Trumpet Honeysuckle has clusters of red and yellow fragrant flowers. A couple of annual vines that are great for shade are the Hyacinth Bean (which has many blossoms and grows on strings) and also the Scarlet Runner Bean (containing flowers which are quite vibrant). There can also be vines that works extremely well as ground cover. Periwinkle, also know as Myrtle, is definitely an evergreen leaf and sports blue flowers through the summertime. landscape gardeners perth is yet another evergreen that is a great vine for ground cover. Some additional blossoming annuals which are pretty and fragrant and worth consideration are: Nasturtium, Cypress vine (with small orange, white and red flowers which are star-shaped). Another vine which works well for covering fences is Balfoon Vine.

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multiplexurbangreenindia · 2 years

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Garden Tips for Lush, Healthy Plants

Good gardening tips are essential to any healthy harvest. If you're looking for the most efficient way to enjoy your garden, here are a few garden tips to garden smarter, prettier, with more flavor, and with less expense.

1. Start Seeds

There's nothing more thrilling than to sow tiny seeds, then see them germinate and pop up out of the soil as small seedlings in a matter of days. Seed starting is a great way to get kids involved in gardening. It's so easy—all you need is potting soil, a pot/space, water, and seeds. Seed starting is also the most inexpensive way to raise plants.

2. Mulch

Adding a thick layer of mulch around your garden plants, landscaping shrubs, and trees will cut weeding time to almost nil, making it labour-saving. Use whatever mulch you like or is readily available—dry grass, husk, disease free dead leaves/sticks, gravel, or stone. All you need is a pretty, spreadable medium to place around the plants in your landscape or garden. Mulches made from plant material (bark, dried plant parts, clippings) will break down over time. They can be refreshed with a top layer every couple of years.

3. Plant Fragrance

Flowers are beautiful just as they are, but why not add another dimension to your gardening experience? Planting fragrant flowers and herbs means you'll be greeted with sweet perfume when you garden, along with beautiful flowers and foliage. The most fragrant perennial flowers include roses, jasmines and marigolds.

4. Grow Herbs

Even if you don't have room for a vegetable garden, a simple container on a windowsill provides a spot to grow a lush herb garden with the world's flavours at your fingertips. Herbs are eager growers, can take a little neglect, and produce delicious edible leaves and flowers. Try a mixed container combination of three herbs that reflect your cooking tastes—Mediterranean: basil, thyme, oregano; Asian: cilantro, lemon grass, Thai basil; or French: parsley, tarragon, rosemary.

5. Add evergreen foliage plants

Another gardening tip? Add the lush feeling of the tropics to porches and patios with leafy, tropical foliage plants. Palms, Dracaena, and Sanseiveria all do well on shaded front porches, providing instant jungle ambiance to outdoor dining and seating spaces. Enjoy them all summer, then bring them indoors and place in every room. Foliage plants help cleanse the air of indoor toxins.

6. Survey Your Garden

Take 5 minutes a day to walk through your garden. You can keep an eye out for insect pests or disease and treat before it becomes a big deal. And as you stroll, deadhead (remove) faded blooms; this encourages plants to produce more flowers.

7. Plant Natives

Native perennials are species that are already adapted to the climate, rainfall, and soil in your region. These plants take less care than other perennials. They'll often do better than other perennials because they evolved in the area where you are planting them.

8. Cover Up with Vines

Do you need a little backyard privacy? Or do you have an unsightly fence or a blank garage side? A trellis is a great gardening idea: A flowering vine creates a beautiful screen or cover-up.

Fast-growing annual vines include morning glory, sweet peas, and cup-and-saucer vine. Perennial vine varieties get bigger and better—and last for years. Options include Clematis, honeysuckle vine, and trumpet creeper vine.

Solve Lawn Problems with Groundcovers

If you want to mow less and enjoy your landscape more, remove turf in struggling areas and replace it with perennial groundcovers. Shady spots and areas below trees with shallow roots can be planted with a lush assortment of groundcovers such as Ajuga, Vinca, and Pachysandra.

Harvest Edibles from Your Landscape

Wouldn't it be wonderful to step out the door and harvest fresh fruit, veggies, and herbs from your front or backyard? Add a wide variety of beautiful edible plants. Try small-space shrubs like strawberries and add herbs like basils, leafy greens like mint, coriander, methi, dills and few vegetables like tomato chilli etc...,

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stefansenlobray · 2 years

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Getting Vines Where You Need Them

Vines works extremely well inside your landscape to generate numerous effects. Vines are great for covering structural walls, boulders, stone walls, etc. In many areas the ivies are employed greater than other vines. The quickest growing ivy is Boston Ivy. Another good vine for walls is Japanese Bittersweet. It is an evergreen and grows well on the north side of buildings. It also does well in exposed locations. Large and small-leaved models of Winter-creeper are hardy vines that can be utilized for wall planting. landscape gardener perth that cling without help to concrete, stone and brick include English ivy, Lowe ivy, Chinese trumpet-creeper and Virginia creeper (often known as woodbine or American ivy). Virginia creeper tends to grow in twines around trees cover up the bottom in wooded areas. It makes a good building cover but does become heavy and might have to be thinned mainly because it matures. It is also good at providing shade. Other vines that produce good shade include Grape, Silver Vine and Dutchman's Pipe. There are several vines that add color and beauty but are not self-supporting. These types of vines usually can be trellis-trained. The more showy kinds of these types of vines include Wisteria, which has clusters of white to purple blossoms; climbing Hydrangea, with large white clusters, Trumpet-creeper, that has clusters of large scarlet and orange flowers in late summer and Clematis, using a large flower appearing from early summer until fall. Another popular vine could be the Trumpet Honeysuckle. The Trumpet Honeysuckle has clusters of red and yellow fragrant flowers. A couple of annual vines which are great for shade include the Hyacinth Bean (which includes many blossoms and grows on strings) as well as the Scarlet Runner Bean (containing flowers that are quite vibrant). There may also be vines that can be utilized as ground cover. Periwinkle, also know as Myrtle, can be an evergreen leaf and sports blue flowers in the summer months. Pachysandra is yet another evergreen that is an excellent vine for ground cover. Some additional blossoming annuals which are pretty and fragrant and worth consideration are: Nasturtium, Cypress vine (with small orange, white and red flowers that are star-shaped). Another vine which helps with covering fences is Balfoon Vine.

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