#Agrimonia

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𝕬𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔

[hilumbarren]

Agrimonia genus

(Agrimony)

(Image by W.A. Delamotte from William Baxter's British Phaenogamous Botany, 1834)

History and Etymology: This genus of flowers has many recorded uses, however not much is known of it's history. The word "agrimony" is nearly the same in its derived Greek, and no one know why this flower was named as such. Flower Symbolism: Agrimony has a very simple meaning. It stands for thankfulness and gratitude.

Fun Facts:

Agrimonia has 12-15 different species within the genus, and are mostly separated due to the location in which they grow.

Agrimony has a larger variety of medical uses than a lot of other flowers. It has been used for eye issues, used as a way to heal wounds, etc etc.

A stalk of this flower can typically reach around 6 feet high, although the petals at the top usually cause it to droop.

Sources Below

Image: British Phaenogamous Botany History and Etymology: Agrimonia Wikipedia, Etymonline Symbolism: Dale Harvey Meaning of Flowers index Fun Facts: Agrimonia Wikipedia, Agrimonia Britannica

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[konjaku]

金水引[Kinmizuhiki] Agrimonia pilosa var. japonica

金[Kin] : Gold

水引[Mizuhiki] : Decorative paper cord; Persicaria filiformis

It grows in fields and forest margins.

Although the grass height is generally just under one meter, those in suitable habitats are often taller than that. It spreads the leaves resemble those of strawberries at the bottom. The stalks are branched, and it produces many five-petaled yellow flowers, less than one centimeter in diameter, at the upper part of the stalks.

The long stalks and flowers are likened to Mizuhiki, hence the name. https://bunka.nii.ac.jp/heritages/detail/37211

The entire grass has medicinal properties and was used in the past as a bowel preparation.

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In Bloom (Arthur Morgan x Reader)

Stars indicate a pov swap***

also posted on ao3 :)

Chapter 6 Agrimonia

She stared at you enticingly from the water, hair slicked with moisture, body submerged. You looked down at yourself to find you were stripped of clothes, standing in the shallows of the lake, but you didn’t feel awkward.

“Arthur~”, She sang, stepping forward. Her shoulders emerged from the blueness, and that was when you realised she wasn’t clothed either, or at least from what you saw of her.

Something tugged in your chest, pulling you to her. The water gave way, letting you approach her as she swam closer to you. It took a few seconds for the two of you to get close enough when she stood in the waist-height water and smiled sweetly, tilting her head. 

Your eyes shifted from her face to her body, devouring every inch of skin that she allowed you to see, and it sent a warm pooling sensation to your lower abdomen. Her chest heaved in anticipation, droplets trailing and racing each other back to the water, and she placed one hand to yours, nails gently scratching your tanned skin.

“Do you promise to save me?”

“I promise.”

Her skin pressed against yours, and her hands found their way to your hair, drawing your face to hers. Her gaze was burning voraciously, making you hotter than the water was. She flickered from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, her lips parting slightly, she whispered.

“Thank you.”

There was a brief moment between the both of you where everything was still, breath hot against your lips and nothing but the sounds of rustling trees and flowing water filled the steamy air.

She leaned in, closed the gap and gently pressed her lips against yours, grip tightening on your locks. You groaned, aching for more, and clasped your hands on her waist. The familiar tingle of lust continued to surge through you, pulsing slightly. Your teeth caught her lower lip and you tugged gently, letting go briefly to find a place for them on her neck. 

Her head craned in response, soft mewls echoing in your ears as you licked and sucked at her skin. It wasn’t long before one of her hands loosened and slipped down between you, slowly grazing the thin line of hair that led to your…

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You woke in a cold sweat, groggily rubbing your eyes. Hearing your heartbeat in your ears, you registered what had just happened and grunted annoyedly. Unbuckling your jeans, you sighed at the state of your drawers. You felt dirty, perverted, immoral even.

Sure, she was an attractive woman and you held some sort of feelings for her, but it was still wrong. Although, you can’t control dreams. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed you as you yanked off your clothes from yesterday, chucking them into a pile on the ground and separating the drawers for you to wash separately. You’d never hear the end of it if one of the women had to wash them. It happened to Bill once, years ago, and every so often he gets reminded of it, along with teasing, boisterous laughs from everyone.

No matter how much you didn’t want to think about it, it replayed in your mind for the entire morning, sending subtle tingles down south as you pictured her water-soaked self. It didn’t make much sense as to why she was pictured to be so unchaste in your dream since you had only known her to be sweet and sensitive. 

You couldn’t kid yourself anymore, she was something, something you wanted. The thought of her staying in that house was terrifying, no one deserves that especially not her.

Grabbing yourself some of Pearson’s stew, you sat at one of the tables and beckoned Miss Grimshaw to sit.

“Is this about your little lady friend? Don’t worry, I spoke to Dutch this mornin’ and I’m havin’ the girls organise her a spot in camp as we speak.” " she stated, somehow already knowing exactly what you were going to say.

“Thank you, but just one other thing.”, You leaned in and spoke quietly, explaining in greater detail why you were so adamant about letting her join the camp.

“I see.”, She paused, some essence of sympathy filling her face as she nodded. “Well, I’m sure everyone will be their usual welcoming selves.”, A small laugh escaped her lips at her joke. “As long as she’s useful to us, she’ll get along just fine. Now, good day, Mr Morgan.”, With that, she pushed herself up and walked off, you assumed to tend to her millions of other importances.

You had planned to go see her again tonight, to iron out the details. Nothing else, you just wanted to get her into a safe environment, that’s what mattered. But a tiny nag in the back of your head knew that she’d be living with you, riding with you, experiencing with you, which made your heart flutter slightly.

Regardless, as much as you so desperately wanted to go and get her now and waste no time, you know this had to be a quiet ordeal. And you had other matters to attend to today.

“Arthur! Come here a minute.”, Dutch yelled from his tent, signalling it was time for you to get to work, you could only imagine what he had come up with today.

Stopping in front of his tent, you leaned against the support beam, looking at Dutch conspiring with Hosea about something.

“Arthur, you know how we’ve been working our way into getting into the church circle?”, The look on his face was a mix of a smirk and delight. You nodded. Dutch continued.

“How’s about your friend, huh? Pastor’s daughter. She could be the key to our next move.”, Hosea silently agreed with him.

“And what's that?”, You questioned.

“We’re goin’ to rob the goddamn church!”, Dutch exclaimed with excitement, smiling gleefully. “Think about it, Son. We’re already buddy-buddy with the Pastor, but now, instead of going in and making a fuss, we can sneak in, thanks to your lady’s extensive knowledge of the building, take the hundreds of donations they got from the festival and get out with a fortune!”.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, but you get the idea, Arthur.”, Hosea added.

“Right, and so we’re going to throw her straight into a robbery in her very first few days here. And she’s not my lady, she’s my friend.”, The last response from you brought a snicker from Dutch and a knowing look from Hosea which you chose to ignore before speaking again. “If you insist on her goin’, then don’t think I’m not.”

“Well, whatever you say. Now go into town, and take John with you. Scope out the place.”, Dutch ordered, to which you begrudgingly agreed.

Things hadn’t been the same since John had come back, there was a strange tension that pulled taught whenever the two of you had to go on scouts together, but you pushed it aside for the betterment of the gang. You still couldn’t believe he pulled that stunt on Abigail and poor Jack. Sweetest little kid anyone could meet.

John was sitting in his tent, whittling away at a piece of wood when you found him. Thoughts pushed aside, you told him about the job and he seemed about as thrilled as you did, but put his statuette and carving tool down and got to his feet quickly. You watched him scrounge his things together and you exited the tent, speaking in a bored tone.

“Mount up, I don’t want this takin’ longer than it needs to be.”

✩★✩

Your mother had attempted to wake you up this morning, but you shook her off and continued to sleep until one in the afternoon. That was a few hours ago now, and you had spent the last few hours organising your things into crates and boxes and stashing them under your bed. You couldn’t take everything with you so you compiled a list of the most important items.

Clothes, shoes, jewellery box, journal, a few of your favourite books, your floriculture books and study items, perfumes, trinkets, a few personal items and your purse that held any money you had.

The rest of the belongings you carried in your satchel remained hanging from your door. You glanced at the clock for the tenth time this hour. 5:26 pm. Time seemed to pass a lot slower when you were sitting, staring at the floor and you hated it, you just wanted out.

Tick. The more you sat, the more you thought, and the more you thought, the more it was about him. Not just about leaving, but him . Images of his face, the way he held you. Tick. It all whipped you around like a hurricane, and every second you had to remind yourself about who he was and still is. Tick. Tick. Tick.

It was frightening, petrifying… Fascinating, exhilarating, downright salacious. Something dark stirred in you and you laid back on the duvet, mind racing and heart pacing, thinking. You imagined him shirtless in the lake with you, holding you tightly, and looking at you the same way he did last night.

Your hips circled on the bed instinctively, closing your eyes and turning onto your stomach. He seemed like the burly, authoritarian type, similar to the other men allowed in your life, but when it came to you, he was nothing like that. Gentle, understanding. The way he handled you seemed to come unnaturally, strained, like he was genuinely trying his hardest to be tender, and it was attractive.

Mindless daydreams filled a once distracted head while you rocked against your duvet, caught up in the thought of him. After a moment, you realised the footsteps encroaching upon your door and you sat up quickly, reorganising yourself just before the handle turned.

“We’re going to count all the donations after your father finishes his preparations for tomorrow morning’s service. I expect you polished in 20 minutes.”, Your mother looked around your room as she spoke, shrugging off the obvious lack of decor and turned around, strolling back down the hallway.

You groaned, sluggishly pulling yourself back up and picking up your things, fixing yourself up before grabbing your satchel and shoes.

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“Hold these.”, She dumped two heavy crates into your arms, filled with coin jars, the sudden weight almost caused you to collapse. She ushered you away into your crawlspace of an office, dropping more crates on top of each other.

A loud bang filled the room when you let go of the crates. Already in a sour mood, you plopped into your chair and got to work. 

As you poured the coins piled onto your desk, the familiar sound of church change rang in your ears. Painstakingly, you sorted the different coins and counted and recorded the numbers. Over, and over, and over.

The mundaneness seeped into your eyes and ears, tiring you out.

By the time you had sorted through at least a dozen coin jars, you finished by adding the numbers, slipping them into a folder and sighing. Finally. Your limbs popped and creaked when you finally stood again, stiff and brittle from the hunch that formed after only thirty minutes of sorting.

“I really need to get out of here..”, Your whispering voice sighed, sound dampened by books.

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You arrived home later that night, sore and anticipating the events to come. Carefully stacking the boxes in a neat pile, a nasty cloud of thought overshadowed your excitement. They aren’t coming. A sharp pang in your chest vibrated throughout your body, instantly weakening it and starting an irrational train of thought.

No. Stop it. It wasn’t helpful to anyone if you were unprepared to get out, so despite the cynical prison your mind held you in, you resumed—9:09 pm.  

Considering that everyone was exhausted during the trip home, you had grounds to believe that almost nothing could awaken the sleeping beasts. Your mother had fallen asleep on your father's shoulder and it strangely warmed your heart, a way like how someone prefers to warm a dinner roll before consumption.

Moving the last box, you turned and looked around, reminiscing on the few fond memories you created in that room. It saddened you to let go, you’d bite and scratch to have it another way and you’d claw into and rip apart this life if you could.

Tough luck, you had supposed.

It wasn’t long before the tapping started, only this time you had rushed to the window with a giant grin of excitement. You swung the window open and leaned out to wave at the familiar cowboy, and he looked back at you, doing a little wave himself.

“You all ready?”, Arthur spoke softly. You nodded and slinked back into your room, contemplating how to get the boxes downstairs. Maybe try to carry them all at once? No, you’d fall down the stairs from the weight. Throw them out of the window and pray that nothing breaks? Wrap them up and drag the sack?

“Here to help, Miss”, In your doorway stood a tall, large frame. How the hell? Arthur stepped into your dimly lit room and without hesitation, picked up the majority of the boxes, leaving only two smaller ones which coincidently held your more personal belongings.

“Thank you for this…”, You couldn’t put words to how you were feeling, kindness was foreign to you and this kind of act from someone like him, of all people, gave you that glimmer of hope you’d been reaching for. “This means more than you’d believe.”

He smiled before slipping back out, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. It was better if you didn’t stick around for too long, as you were certain one of the guards would catch onto what was happening.

Looking around for any other important things, your eyes landed on your bed and you almost laughed at your carelessness. There, nestled between your pillows was Whisper, your stuffed bunny. It was a gift from a birthday, many years ago, that held all of your thoughts and feelings. You remembered whispering to it every night about all the things you had done that day, regardless if you were sad or happy, and how it was your only friend for a long time. It had been a while since you shared a thought, though.

Bunny in hand, you focused on its button eyes and stroked its ears, “I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll never truly be able to get away, that this part of my life will haunt me forever. I pray these people will be forgiving.”

You picked up the rest of your belongings and sighed, this was it. For once in your life you had listened to an insane dream and let go of the reigns that restricted you, freeing yourself.

[heather-rajendran]

Common agrimony (Agrimonia eupatoria) wildflower photos I took recently, York, North Yorkshire, UK

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💐 Lucifer (@sinnerzforsaintz because Vox gotta get them points lol)

@sinnerzforsaintz | Send "💐" and my muse will make yours a bouquet

Venus' looking-glass | flattery

Agrimonia | thankfulness, gratitude

Ailanthus, also known as the tree of heaven | lofty inspirations

Amaryllis | Pride, timidity, splendid beauty; hope and achievement.

Sticky catchfly | an invitation to dance

Himalayan blue poppy | potential, possibilities

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mourneress

𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓪����𝓲𝓪 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓪

1st day of autumn.

Autumn was dozing in the faded, brittle grass. A silent song of decay hovered over the valley, quietly disturbing the motionless feathers of the fieldfare, the withered yellowish leaves in the tree crowns, the broken wings of a moth whose soul the August night had carried away. Towards morning I dreamed of her sisterly embrace and this familiar feeling of tender sadness appeared. My heart is home again. And this home is faded meadows, with crimson flashes of wild strawberry leaves, with silver strings of cobwebs and agrimonia thorns.

[midwestbramble]

Agrimony Folklore

Agrimonia spp.

Ruled by ♃ 

⸙༄𓆤𓆩𓆪❁𓇢𓆸🏵

Contents:

Overview

Folklore

Use in Witchcraft

Safety Notes

Conclusion

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Overview

Found on the edges of woods and sun-dappled fields, agrimony loves partial sun. Flowering in early summer, it grows spikes of yellow flowers up to 24 inches tall. In the fall, many people will know this plant as one of the burrs that get stuck on their clothes after a walk in the woods.

Found commonly in Europe, temperate Asia, North Africa, and naturalized in North America, Agrimonia eupatoria has long been used for medicine and can be found May through July. It’s North American cousin, Agrimonia parviflora (aka small-flowered agrimony) can be found June through September in damp thickets and was used by different native groups for medicinal purposes as well.

For an ethical harvest, harvest leaves and flowers from only a few stems of each plant to ensure plant sustainability.

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Folklore

An Old English medical manuscript says this about agrimony:

"If it be leyd under mann’s heed, He shall sleepyn as he were deed; He shal never drede ne wakyn, Till under his heed it be takyn.”

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Use in Witchcraft

If you are having a hard time sleeping, agrimony can be added to a sleep pouch/bag/sachet and put under the pillow. It may also aid in dreams, especially when in communication with the dead. This can also be used very effectively in a fumigation blend.

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Safety Notes

Agrimony is tannin rich, which binds to other minerals (such as iron) and makes them hard for the body to absorb. If you are taking any iron supplements, or other mineral supplements, wait at least 2 hours in between use if you plan to consume the plant.

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Conclusion

Agrimony is a fairly common plant that many people over look and don't realize is even there. Small and demure as it is. Still, it's a wonderful plant ally to call upon. Next time you're out for a walk, see if you can catch a glimpse of a new friend.

Resources:

Peterson Field Guide to Medicinal Plants of the Eastern and Central North America

Midwest Medicinal Plants by Lisa M. Rose

Botanical.com

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Pink Lily

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Cowslip

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Alstroemeria

Prosperity, friendship

Agrimonia

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[francescointoppa]

A - Aremonia agrimonoides (L.) DC. - Agrimonia delle faggete (Ranunculaceae)

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1. Pozioni FischioSpezzante (+2) 2. Fiore banshee (+1) 3. Infuso Fiacco 4. Fagiolo soporoforoso 5. Decotto Tiramisù 6. Radici rabarbaro 7. Pozione Bellapelle 8. Ortiche secche 9. Soluzione Tinteggiante (+1) 10. Pianta genio 11. Pozione Refrigerante 12. Salice bianco (+3) 13. Pozione Purificante 14. Grinzafico 15. Doxycida 16. Tranello del Diavolo 17. Filtro Ombreggiante 18. Carciofo riccio 19. Pozione Drizzacapelli (+1) 20. Fagioli engorgianti 21. Pozione del Guardone 22. Belladonna 23. Pozione del Canto Continuo 24. Stridiosporo (+1) 25. Pozione AguzzaIngegno 26. Bubotubero 27. Pozione dell`Amicizia 28. Giana 29. Pozione della DisIllusione 30. Verbena 31. Bevanda Ammutolente 32. Allosteria (+3) 33. Pozione Tartagliante (+1) 34. Agrimonia (+1) 35. Intruglio Sfocato 36. Vedinotte 37. Pozione Invecchiante 38. Fiore di loto 39. Pozione per Dimenticare 40. Genziana di Ghamrod 41. Pozione Ringiovanente 42. Sesamo magico 43. Pozione Cambiapersonalità 44. Salice piangente (+1) 45. Pozione Rigenerante 46. Acetosa di bosco 47. Antidoto Mentale 48. Semi di fuoco 49. Pozione occhi di gatto 50. Eufrasia 51. Bevanda della Pace 52. Elleboro 53. Soluzione Corroborante (+1) 54. Aeroso 55. Distillato sviante 56. Coclearia 57. Elisir dell'Euforia 58. Footleaf (+1) 59. Distillato del Sogno Condiviso 60. Obscurus Florens 61. Pozione del fuoco incessante 62. Pugnacio 63. Pozione della chiaroveggenza 64. Bacio della notte 65. Pozione Ipnotizzante 66. Oblìo Rosa 67. Pozione cura ferite 68. Dittamo 69. Antidoto Generico 70. Bardana 71. Fluido Esplosivo 72. Quedatenunca (+3) 73. Pozione del controllo Creature (+3) 74. Cefalofago (+1) 75. Veleno Camuffato (+1) 76. Mandragora (+1) 77. Pozione per l'Invisibilità 78. Erba fondente 79. Pozione per la resistenza al fuoco (+2) 80. Funghi arroventosi 81. Filtro delle Quattro Essenze 82. Lisedia

[movedto-bunny-lovers]

💐 and 🐌 from the spring asks with both Mirko and Hawks. I can’t wait to see your bouquets of your relationships. 🥰 (~ @eggsywifey )

�� - Make a Flower Language Bouquet for each other! These references are from Western Eurocentric. So feel free to use your culture's and maybe send them to me as well! I can add them! [ref 1] [ref 2]

For Hawks: agrimonia almond, red carnation, yellow daisy, dill, goldenrod, purple iris, lily of the valley, meadowsweet, primrose, red rose, & sunflower From Hawks to me: agrimonia, almond, astragalus, baby's breath, white carnation, red chrysanthemum, orange daisy, dill, laurestine, purple lilac, pink lily, white lily & red rose

For Mirko: red carnation, yellow daisy, dill, gorse, purple iris, purple liac, primrose, rhododendron, violet rose, red rose, & purple violet From Mirko to me: arbutus, baby's breath, borage, red carnation, white carnation, pink carnation, coreopsis, yellow daisy, white heather, purple lilac, pink lily, red rose, & purple violet

🐌 - What do you do on slow, take it easy, days? Any low spoon things you do together?

Hawks & I play board games & we do some cuddling while watching a TV series together.

Mirko & I do some relaxing yoga together & watch a movie

Hi Nikki! Hope you & your f/os have a wonderful weekend & thank you for the ask! 😊💛