this old meme now finally makes sense
the snake didn't give an apple it offered a peach
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the emblem of silence
A peach tree grew from his tomb, -- the emblem of silence. The leaf of this tree has the form of the human tongue. Its fruit has a stone shaped somewhat like the human heart. From this stone there comes a seed which when planted produces a new tree. Thus it is said that words which bear fruit spring from the heart. It is silence which teaches the gift of fruitful words, they say in the Azores.
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Peach Tree 🍑
I have to confess. I do not enjoy peaches. I like their shape and color and the trees are absolutely beautiful, but I do not like their taste. Is there a fruit that you do not like?
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Redid the dye mod's Peach Trees!! These will spawn in Sparse Jungles. Little peaches will grow on the underside of the leaves like Mangrove Propagules, which you'll be able to harvest!
Huge thanks to Hecco for the programming!!
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Peach tree blossoming like crazy.
Austria, March 31st
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Varieties of peaches. Keystone State Nurseries. 1925
Internet Archive
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this old meme now finally makes sense
the snake didn't give an apple it offered a peach
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a piece inspired by liushen AU fic by @neonghostcat (cultivate) which you should go check out,,, ohhh you want the context, you want the context sooo bad go read it pretty please
anyway, not rly a specific scene redraw per se but like I said its inspired because I care them very much
also.........i was already half-way done with colouring when i remembered that SY was wearing his jrpg fit instead of the new plain ones in the scene that I took inspo from......... oh well- o(-( ( T▽T)
so heres a bonus blu version + lines as usual haha
btw if anyones out there like "hey isnt this-" then yes you are right, hi from main, here have some bonus doodles
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the peach tree
the sun in cancer: the most vivid, colorful light that i can almost touch, and it has a taste: it's warm, soft, and fuzzy: it's sweet, and it fills my mouth with juice.
when i was growing up there was a peach tree in my backyard. when spring would come gradually in the early months of the year the peach tree would fill with blossoms. soon the corner of the yard where the peach tree stood would be dusted with pink flowers and my sister and i would skip around it in anticipation. it wasn't a large tree, but each branch would always fill out heavily with little green peaches to be, and in order to keep the tree healthy my mom would trim the branches that she could see were growing too heavy: many years we might go away for the weekend and come home to see that a branch or two from the peach tree had broken and fallen to the ground from the weight of it's ripening treasure. without fail though, every year, at the end of the summer when the days are still long but the evening echoes the coming autumn, we would have fresh, ripe peaches, bushels of them, for weeks.
they were beautiful.
red, yellow, orange, and pink, as large as both of my hands, there was nothing i loved better than eat a peach off the tree in the middle of the afternoon, still hot from the sun. I would look into the branches and search for the prettiest one, and would gently feel them with my fingertips the way my mom showed me to see which was the softest. i would sit contentedly under the tree on the grass eating the freshest most delicious peach in the world not knowing that i was encoding into my body one of the happiest memories of my life.
when i was starting high school we moved away from that house and it was rented it to another family. later on i heard that the peach tree had been cut down. heartbreak isn't the right word.
remembering our peach tree with my mother, she told me a story about when i was a baby and she brought me with her to my grandmother's house to care for the garden while she was away in the azores. in the garden my grandmother had everything: a fig tree, a boysenberry patch, rows of corn and tomatoes, chickens, and a peach tree. my mom told me that in order to keep me happy while she tended to the garden, she took a peach off of the tree, twisted it in half with her hands, and gave me the half that didn't have the pit. she says that i sat there the whole time in the garden, holding with both hands up to my face a peach that was as big as my whole head.
just behind where our eyes can see and our hands can touch. all you need is a body under the sun to remember something that happened before your life time. to me cancer sun is a peach.
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