#Clustered Daphne

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Ezentere

Ezentere

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Ezentere (Daphne glomerata), familyası Thymelaeaceae olan bir bitki türüdür. Bu bitkinin bilimsel adı Daphne glomerata’dır.  İngilizce adı ise “clustered spurge laurel” veya “spurge laurel” olarak bilinir. Bu bitkinin drogu, çeşitli rahatsızlıkları tedavi etmek için kullanılır. Sık ormanlarda ve nemli bölgelerde yetişir. Bitkinin kökleri ve yaprakları kullanılır. İçerdiği etken maddeler arasında alkaloidler bulunur. Bu bitki, güneşi seven ve nemli bir iklime ihtiyaç duyar. Nihai olgunlaşma süresi, yetiştiği koşullara bağlı olarak değişebilir. Güneşli veya hafif gölgeli bölgelerde yetiştirilebilir. Halk arasında, bu bitki bazı cilt rahatsızlıklarını tedavi etmek için kullanılır.

Ezentere bitkisi, doğal çözümler arayışında olan birçok insan için merak uyandıran bir bitkidir. Bu bitki, bilimsel adıyla Daphne glomerata, Thymelaeaceae familyasına aittir ve tıbbi açıdan çeşitli faydalar sunar. İşte bu ilginç bitkinin bilmeniz gereken bazı özellikleri.

Ezentere Bitkisinin Kullanım Alanları

Bu bitkinin kökleri ve yaprakları geleneksel tıpta kullanılır. İçeriğindeki alkaloidler sayesinde bazı sağlık sorunlarının tedavisine yardımcı olabilir. Özellikle cilt rahatsızlıkları için doğal bir çözüm arayanlar için tercih edilen bir bitkidir.

Ezentere Bitkisinin Yetişme Koşulları

Güneşi seven bir bitki türüdür ve nemli bir iklimde yetişir. Bu bitkiyi bahçenizde yetiştirmek istiyorsanız, güneş alan veya hafif gölgeli bir bölge seçmelisiniz. Yetiştirme süreci, bitkinin nihai olgunlaşma süresine bağlı olarak değişebilir.

Doğadan sağlığınıza uzanan bir yolun kapısını aralayan ilginç bir bitki olarak karşımıza çıkıyor. Geleneksel tıpta kullanımı ve doğal çözümlere duyulan ilgi arttıkça, bu bitkinin popülaritesinin de yükselmesi muhtemeldir. Cilt rahatsızlıkları gibi sorunlarınız varsa, bu bitkiyi kullanarak doğal bir alternatif denemeyi düşünebilirsiniz.

Ezentere Bitkisinin Olası Yan Etkileri

Her ne kadar ezentere bitkisi bazı sağlık sorunlarına iyi gelebilecek özelliklere sahip olsa da, kullanımı konusunda dikkatli olunmalıdır. Bitkinin bazı alkaloidler içerdiği unutulmamalıdır, bu nedenle yanlış kullanım ciddi sağlık sorunlarına yol açabilir. Ezentere bitkisini kullanmadan önce mutlaka bir uzmana veya herbaliste danışmak önemlidir.

Ezentere Bitkisinin Diğer Bitkilerle Kombinasyonu

Ezentere bitkisi, bazı diğer bitkilerle bir araya getirilerek daha etkili bir şekilde kullanılabilir. Özellikle cilt rahatsızlıkları için faydalı olabilecek bitkilerle kombinasyonu düşünülebilir. Adaçayı, lavanta veya calendula gibi bitkilerle hazırlanan karışımlar, cilt sağlığınızı destekleyebilir.

Ezentere bitkisi, doğadan gelen bir hediye olarak sağlık sorunlarının tedavisinde kullanılan önemli bitkilerden biridir. Ancak her bitkide olduğu gibi, kullanmadan önce uzman tavsiyesi almak ve dikkatli olmak önemlidir. Ezentere bitkisi, doğal çözümlere ilgi duyanlar için ilginç bir seçenek olabilir, ancak herhangi bir bitkisel tedaviyi başlamadan önce doktorunuza veya herbaliste danışmanız her zaman en iyisi olacaktır.

Uyarı: Ezentere, tıbbi amaçla kullanıldığında doktor tavsiyesi alınmalıdır. Bitkinin bazı yan etkileri olabilir.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

3 & 38 💕

Thank you, friend 💕 This prompt took my face in its hands and whispered, "Drunken late-night bus ride."

3) SHIP: Cressida x Eloise

38) SCANDAL: public drunkenness!

more Bridgerton-themed fic prompts

Happy Times We Had (And Yet the Times Were Sad)

Pairing: Cressida x Eloise Rating: M Word Count: 1729

Summary: Drunk on champagne and shining like two falling stars, Eloise and Cressida take the bus.

They rushed onto the bus, out of breath, and Eloise hoped it was the right bus. The lit-up number over the windscreen had seemed right as they’d dashed down the sidewalk, but it was only a blur in her memory as she snapped open her clutch and poked around for their fare.

The driver pitched the bus forward, which Eloise supposed was as much a mark of trust as a completely arseholish thing to do; he was assuming she could pay. The bus swung away from the curb to avoid a parked car and Cressida wrapped her arms around Eloise’s waist from behind, the pair of them swaying together. As soon as Eloise got their fares sorted, she took Cressida by the hand and led her, wobbling, down the aisle, collapsing into a pair of seats across from the rear door. She fumbled out an error-riddled text to Benedict, saying they were on their way home.

The pair of them glittered in their evening finery—dresses with little straps that crisscrossed their backs and sparkling eyeshadow fallout under their eyes. Their insobriety made the effect all the prettier. Eloise grinned lazily as she stared at Cressida, whose head rested back against the window, headlights and neon lights and stoplights sliding past outside, her perpetually too-tight blonde hair tugged loose to drape, like a third drunk, over her shoulder.

“D’you think he’ll be angry at me?” Cressida asked.

Eloise twisted until the pointy toes of their high heels knocked together. The large sequins on Cressida’s skirt would leave impressions in Eloise’s bare knees as she pressed against her.

“Who?”

Cressida sulked.

“My father.”

“Oh yes. Well,” Eloise reflected, patting her friend’s hand, “you did call him a pompous, uptight bastard. And you gave him the ol’ ‘fuck you’ gesture when we were on our way out.”

Cressida slumped a little in her seat, tilting her head.

“But d’you think he’ll be mad?”

“I think…” Eloise said slowly, because the thought was still forming and because she was drunk. “I think, if your father sat down with himself—”

“Mhmm.”

“—and really got to—got to know himself—”

“Mhmm.”

“—that maybe he would maybe see tha’ he is a pompous, uptight bastard,” Eloise concluded.

Cressida’s head swung loosely from side to side.

“That is never going to happen.”

“No, it doesn’ seem likely,” Eloise agreed. “Maybe if you hadn’ said it in front of all of ‘respectable society.’” Her air quotes were expansive.

“‘Respectable society’ can kiss my ‘Daisy by Marc Jacobs’-scented arse,” Cressida declared, yanking her shoes off and dropping them onto the floor of the bus.

Eloise laughed richly, leaning her head on Cressida’s shoulder. After a minute, she sighed. She could feel Cressida breathing. Turning her face just a little, Eloise inhaled. She could smell Cressida’s perfume, mixed with champagne sweetness and, gradually, the lingering scent of smoke that clung to Eloise, courtesy of the cigarette she’d smoked in the restaurant bathroom before they’d made their escape.

“You smell really nice,” Eloise observed.

“Thanks.”

The word sounded wet, so Eloise raised her head, and saw that Cressida was silently weeping. Eloise’s mouth fell open in panic. She was not good at this: emotion. She had never been a natural at comforting others, never the right-shaped shoulder to cry on. Her younger siblings had always gone to their mother for solace—failing that, to Daphne or Benedict (to be fair, so had Eloise). In this moment, with Cressida’s fat tears washing her bottom row of eyelashes of mascara, leaving them pale and clustered and vulnerable to the world, Eloise had never wanted to help so badly.

She touched Cressida’s cheek and gently shushed her, but it was obvious that Cressida was a deadly combination of too overwhelmed and too intoxicated to stop crying that easily.

“I’ve totally fucked my life,” Cressida sobbed.

And Eloise said, “No. No. No,” in various sympathetic tones, meaning each repetition with her whole heart.

“They’ll send me away!”

“They can’t. You’re not some child in boarding school, you’re at uni.”

But Cressida was shaking her head, adamant.

“They’ll send me away. They’ll make me live in Denmark. I got too good at Danish. I never should’ve declared a minor, but my father said a language would be good for—good for my business degree,” she wailed.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Eloise thought fast. “I’m going to hide you in my closet.” This thought had indeed come to her fast, but was perhaps not sound.

Cressida sniffed.

“In your closet?”

“Uh huh. I’ll protect you.”

Although her face was streaked with tears that glimmered pink and gold, Cressida smiled. She pulled Eloise’s hand onto her lap and held it.

“You sound about four years old,” she said.

Eloise smiled back and reached out to trace the shape of Cressida’s chin with her fingers.

“I dunno about that, but I think I’d melt if you called me ‘baby.’”

The bus rolled jarringly over a pothole, nearly flinging Eloise from her seat. She gripped the nearest pole and swiveled her head to look out the window. Well done, she thought to herself. Right bus after all.

“C’mon,” she said. “Le’s get off at the next one.”

She told Cressida not to forget her shoes, and they hobbled off with all the grace with which they’d made their ascent. The bus puffed hot air and pulled away. Cressida squinted at the buildings they faced from the sidewalk. Her heels dangled from her hand, her fingers hooked through the straps.

“Is this right?”

Eloise grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to look across the street.

“Oh. I know where we are,” Cressida announced. “You are protecting me.”

But Eloise felt a bit embarrassed about that, and the other thing she’d said, now that they were out in the warm evening air and the bus wasn’t lurching them along. They darted across the road. It wasn’t until they were on the other side, not a ten-minute walk from both of their houses, that she looked Cressida in the eye—and this was because Cressida grabbed her hand to stop her.

“This would all be awful without you,” she said.

Just for Eloise, there were streetlights like angels’ eyes that made Cressida’s hair glow and her dress shimmer and her eyes shine above the muck of her cried-off mascara, and the way she watched her was divinely tender and fearful, both.

Eloise kissed Cressida on the cheek; she wasn’t so tall without her shoes on, with her hair down. Eloise breathed her in, then stepped back.

Cressida wore an alarmed, animal expression, like something not used to human touch. But then she dropped her shoes—Eloise heard the clatter—and sunk her fingers into Eloise’s tangled hair. Eloise was breathing fast, but Cressida just leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. Eloise’s eyes crossed as she watched Cressida’s close.

“Don’ go,” Cressida murmured.

“I-I’m not.”

Eloise was ashamed of the stammer, thinking she was making too much of this. She was always making too much of things, but this was worse than usual because it would hurt more. She’d thought, someplace between the restaurant and here, that it was time. She had misunderstood; Cressida was only drunk and morose, lonely and needy. Maybe she did see how Eloise needed her (it was different) and she was playing on that. She used to be that sort of mean girl. Eloise didn’t want to think her friend capable of such a personal cruelty though. She just doesn’t understand, Eloise told herself, staring at Cressida’s blurry, too-close face. She won’t feel me wrapped around her finger until I start cutting off her circulation.

“Don’ go,” she was still mumbling, shaking her head, their foreheads rubbing.

Somehow, Eloise’s heart felt heavier in pieces than it had a moment ago, whole. But she wouldn’t go. She couldn’t. Cressida meant too much to her. They were each other’s life raft in all this society bullshit and parental expectation. Anyway, she wasn’t about to leave her friend standing drunk and barefoot on the sidewalk.

Gentle, Eloise reached up to pull Cressida’s hands from her hair. Without warning, Cressida thrust her face forward and kissed Eloise on the mouth. Eloise blinked.

Now it would hurt, and this hurt would scar—when she had to maternally tuck Cressida’s hair behind her ears and say, That’s enough now, Cress. But before she could speak, Cressida said, “Baby.”

“What?” Eloise’s voice sounded choked.

And Cressida’s fingertips trailed up and down the sides of Eloise’s neck, and she traced the pendant that hung against her throat, and she pressed their faces together, and she said, “Baby,” and she kissed Eloise again.

Eloise kissed her back, sloppy and yearning, cataclysmic and sweet. Cressida wasn’t someone she could kiss and laugh about it the next day. She couldn’t enjoy these benefits and keep being just-friends. She couldn’t hook up with Cressida, have a fling with Cressida, eat Cressida out on a pristine bench in a private park after dark because her dad was the worst and she was somehow even prettier with swirls of cried-off makeup making her cheeks look like candy-coloured Italian marble. Eloise couldn’t do this and recover, but she did it. How could she not? She did it and she led Cressida through the gate of the private park with their fingers linked, and Eloise laid her back on the pristine bench and crouched to give her head while Cressida named all the constellations she could see, getting all of them wrong. Eloise did it, gambling that it wouldn’t seem ugly when they were sober. She did it, remembering the pressure of Cressida’s arms around her waist while she paid for the bus. How, how, how could she not?

And then Cressida curled into Eloise’s side and said, “You’re the only one who matters.”

And Eloise combed her fingers through that long blonde hair and said, “That isn’t true.”

And it could’ve ended there, but Cressida went to Eloise’s home because her house wasn’t one, and slept in a guest room, and, half-awake, lifted the sheet for Eloise when she turned up later on, a way to beckon her in because she was dithering in the doorway. They slept deeply.

Eloise, who had appointed herself protector, woke up to feel Cressida wrapped around her from behind.

[grace-williams-xo]

I can’t be the only one bothered that every Bridgerton engagement ring looks identical. Daphne, Kate, Penelope and Francesca all have a gold pearl cluster ring (all basically the same shape) and it is what keeps me up at night. How? Why? I have so many questions.

[berriesandcherry]

Aegonaera One shot

The wedding and his name day passed in a blur— but unlike those from the war, the blur was bright and colorful. He hadn’t seen color in so long but he found that Daenaera was a colorful person. She didn’t live in grief, she found joy in living. He couldn’t even dream about her lifeless body, not even on the worst nights. She always moved around, jumping around in infinite energy; her lips and cheeks were always rosy. She likes colors too. He noticed she likes bright red and blue, she likes white and gold. The wedding was a blur, but the only clear thing the whole day was her, in a white gown that couldn’t pass her ankles, white a dark red cloak surrounding her shoulders, a hat of fur in her head instead of a crown during the progress back to the keep.

Daenaera became his constant with surprising speed. Each morning, she would come to “wake him,” though she never truly did—he had often been awake for hours, haunted by nightmares he could not escape. She explained once, in her sweet and earnest way, that her mother had always woken her, believing it was good fortune to see a loved one first thing in the morning. So, two hours past sunrise, he would close his eyes and lie still, waiting for the soft touch of her finger against his cheek. Gradually, he began to sleep again. Truly sleep. Those precious moments of peace did wonders for his mood, though he doubted she even realized the difference she had made.

She was a constant presence beyond the mornings, too. Daenaera enjoyed taking her meals by his side, always eager to read or chatter about whatever caught her fancy. A month after their wedding, she met Gaemon, and the boy quickly became her partner in mischief. On days when Aegon retreated into solitude, the two would embark on their “adventures,” sneaking into the kitchens to pilfer honeycakes or trailing after servants in the endless halls of the Red Keep.

When Aegon watched her during these moments of youthful energy, he found his gaze mirrored by others. Naturally, the court was curious about their new queen. But some stares lingered longer than others. It was Peake.

Unwin’s eyes followed her everywhere, and it made Aegon’s skin crawl. The man’s gaze was not that of harmless curiosity. There was something sharper in it—anger, calculation, and a dark edge of malice. Unwin’s attempts to engage Daenaera in conversation were relentless, always trying to coax her into agreement or approval, as though she were a pawn to be moved at his whim.

Aegon hated it. Hated the way it made him feel sick to his stomach. Hated that he could not always be there to shield her from Peake’s attention.

Aegon sighed, his gaze following Daenaera as they strolled through the gardens. The gardens had once been a place he avoided, haunted by memories of those who used to walk there. But now, they were her favorite place, and she pulled him along with her, her hand occasionally brushing his as if by accident. He wouldn’t admit it, but he found himself lingering longer each time, his steps less heavy. She had stopped in front of a cluster of white daphnes, her attention lingering on them longer than on the other flowers.

The sunlight caught her pale hair, making her seem as though she belonged to the garden itself. He tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “What’s your favorite color?” he asked, the question slipping out unexpectedly.

She turned to him, surprised, a smile breaking across her face. It wasn’t often Aegon asked questions, and he could see her delight in the simple gesture. Perhaps she’d like it if he asked more.

“I like white! But also red! Together they make both colors stand out so prettily!” she exclaimed, clasping her hands in front of her.

He nodded, his steps slowing as he mulled over her answer. White, he thought. Of course. She loved the snow, always running outside whenever the ground turned pale and shimmering. It suited her—clean and unassuming, but with a hidden strength.

She tilted her head, her blue eyes boring into his as if waiting for something more. He raised an eyebrow, silently urging her to ask whatever it was that hovered at the edge of her mind.

She huffed, her voice tinged with playful determination. “What’s your favorite color?”

The question caught him off guard. He didn’t have one.

No color had ever held special meaning for him. His life had been gray, muted, devoid of vibrancy for as long as he could remember. People assumed his favorite must be black—it was all he wore, after all—but black was mourning. It was a shroud of grief that wrapped around him, a chain he couldn’t shake. Grief suffocated him, it froze him. It was cruel and heavy, it took him out of himself. Grief followed him everywhere, so he decided to embrace it in his clothing, so he wouldn’t say the color that represented his biggest curse was his favorite.

Still, he hesitated. Would she be disappointed if he told her the truth?

“Guess,” he said, curious about her answer.

She laughed, her voice ringing out like bells. “Yellow!” It wasn’t a question, but an answer spoken with certainty, as if it were something she already knew.

“Why?” he asked, intrigued.

She grinned. “Your pendant is yellow, and you never take it off,” she said with a small shrug. “You like sunsets—they make you sit by the windows. And lemons! You always choose them for your tea. Oh, and the pages of your old books! You like them best when they’re just a little yellowed, don’t you?”

He stared at her, struck by the thoughtfulness of her answer. He’d never noticed any of those things about himself, but she had. She’d been paying attention to him, to every small detail, quietly gathering pieces of him he hadn’t even realized were there.

He wanted to simply stare at her and ask ‘why do you care?’

He wanted to scream at her to get away from him, because he was bad, he was cursed, anyone who got too close died. She wouldn’t be any different and she didn’t deserve that fate.

But he was cruel, cold and selfish.

He smiled faintly, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “You caught me,” he said softly. “I’m a sucker for the happiest color.”

Her laughter bubbled up again, bright and unrestrained. She pouted briefly, pretending to be annoyed at his teasing, but her joy was undeniable. Then she darted a little ahead, her steps light and carefree, like the child that she was. She seemed always in motion, a flash of red in her cloak or the gleam of her pale hair catching the sun. He hadn’t realized how colorless the world had been until she’d arrived, quietly painting it back in.

“Come on, hurry!” she called over her shoulder. “The meal will be served soon!”

He watched her, marveling at her unburdened spirit. She twirled through the garden paths as if the world itself were her stage, running ahead before turning back to beckon him forward.

For a moment, Aegon stood still, letting the sight of her soak in. Her happiness seemed so simple, so pure—untouched by the weight of her new life or the shadows that loomed over them both. He sighed and followed her, the faintest smile tugging at his lips as she ran ahead again, her laughter ringing out like a song. She had many written for her in her time at court, he often caught the singers writing down things whenever she was around, maybe he wasn’t the only one who thought of Daenaera as the color in their lives.

As the sun went down, the rulers of Westeros walked inside the Holdfast to hide from the prying eyes of court.

Despondence, Chapter 65: You're good to me

[filmorgue]

Flint and Seth strolled into the main hall, where they spotted a cluster of students huddled together. Flint recognized the group from orientation and made his way through the throng to reach them.

D: Hey, there you are!

R: We were searching for you!

F: Funny, because I distinctly remember you two abandoning me. Traitors!

Laughter erupted, followed by their apologies.

R: Looks like you’ve made a new friend!

F: Indeed! This is Seth. Seth, meet the crew: Rhiannon, Daphne, Leona, Mack, and Xen.

S: Great to meet everyone! So, we’re all freshmen here?

D: Seems that way smirks.

F: So, did you all discover anything interesting today?

D: Not much. I hit the library and found some fascinating books about the magic realm, even for seers like me.

R: I chatted with a few teachers. I think I might dive into alchemy and poisons. A werewolf with sorcery skills? Call me a hybrid!

The group burst into laughter, and then Leona chimed in.

L: That sounds awesome! But I’m keen on joining some clubs. What do you think, Mack?

M: I suppose I could consider it.

X: While you all are busy with your clubs and learning, I’ll be focused on serious stuff. I want to become the ultimate duelist!

Mack crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, while the girls giggled. Just then, another bell rang, followed by someone clearing their throat.

H: Welcome to all freshmen and returning students. I trust that you find this initial orientation engaging as you embark on your semester here. For those of you who are returning, you are already familiar with the expectations, and I eagerly anticipate witnessing your achievements this year. However, I sincerely hope we do not encounter a recurrence of last year's incidents. The faculty and I will be monitoring the situation closely. Freshmen, you have been provided with a guide and a map detailing all Filmorgue facilities within the mortal realm. Additionally, your accommodation details and the courses you will be enrolled in this quarter are included.

Tomorrow is designated as a free day, so I encourage you to take advantage of this opportunity to finalize your course selections before classes commence. Should you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact any headmaster. I wish you all the best for a successful year filled with exploration and learning.

A hush fell over the room, signaling that Mr. Hellstring had finished his speech, and soon a booklet materialized in everyone's hands. The audience began to murmur among themselves as some started to drift away. Flint glanced at the magical tome and realized that she was primarily enrolled in basic beginner courses. More like "So you wanna know magic 101" aspect not quite hands on. I guess being mortal you have to start the lowest of the low.

F: Not even one potion making course, lame

D: I think it's common for folks that can't...wield magic plus it's only the first quarter.

R: You have plenty of time to learn the more "difficult" stuff

F: Yeah yeah *rolls eye*

X: Alright I'm ready to check out this housing before all the good rooms are taken

Before he could take one step towards the door, two jerk powered through the crowd and bump into him causing him to fall on the ground

R: Hey watch where your going idiots!

?: Pfft, you're fault. Shouldn't have been in our way

Leona growled under her breath but Mack hold her back.

L: You losers could have also walked around us. There was plenty of room

?: Where's the fun in that?

They smirked before going on their way out the exit. Mack bend down to offered Xen his hand for help

M: You know when I said you'll get your comeuppance. This isn't what I had in mind

F: Are you okay Xen?

X: Pfft, of course I am. Jerks just caught me off guard

L: Well no school is completed without bullies. Ugh so high school

D: Everything was going so well

R: Let's not worried about those idiots, we should all start getting settle in while we still can

The group made their way towards the exit.

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Chapter 7 "Comeuppance"

Rhiannon (@sadraccoon061), Leona & Mack The Starnes (@invisiblequeen), and Xen (@xstardustbatsx)

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[project-sekai-facts]

any chance you happen to have a list of flowers in everyones 1st year birthday cards?

i just got these off the wiki so apologies if any of this is wrong

Virtual Singer

Miku: sunflowers, gentians, hibiscus, chinese milk-vetch (on her dress)

Rin & Len: pansies, lady slipper orchid (on blazer)

Luka: grape hyacinth, sagebrush buttercups, society garlic flowers

MEIKO: egyptian star cluster, moss roses

KAITO: hyacinths, snowflake flowers

Leo/need

Ichika: geraniums, creeping zinnias (also some small flowers I couldn't identify)

Saki: dogwood flowers, white clovers

Honami: gerberas, chocolate cosmos, multiflora rose

Shiho: magnolias, violets (on her accessories)

MORE MORE JUMP!

Minori: daisy fleabanes, scotch broom, blue milkweed

Haruka: yellow cosmos, spider flowers

Airi: star jasmines

Shizuku: strawberry begonias, blossoms (the wiki said this was firethorn but imo it looks closer to some sort of blossom. the leaves aren't the right shape)

Vivid BAD SQUAD

Kohane: persian buttercup/ranunculus, iceland poppies

An: larkspur, tickseed

Akito: elatior begonias, lemon flowers

Toya: persian buttercup/ranunculus, yuzu flower (on blazer), pansies, wisteria (in the background)

WonderlandsxShowtime

Tsukasa: yellow tulips, persian violets, peonies

Emu: sea asters, skunkvine, chrysanthemum (ogiku style)

Nene: bougainvilleas/paperflowers, sunflowers, prairie gentians

Rui: common vervains/verbena, astrantia/great masterwort, hypericum erectum (a type of St John's Wort native to Japan, China and Korea. It doesn't have a common name)

25-ji, Nightcord de.

Kanade: crocuses, winter daphne

Mafuyu: cape marguerite, japanese rowan flowers, and i believe plumeria rubra

Ena: mountain laurels, baby blue eyes

Mizuki: bottle gourd flower, st john's wort, garden balsams. i'm not sure what the flower in their hair is, possibly some sort of lily?

the flowers are mostly the same on the second set of cards, though some are changed (notably Len who now has different flowers to Rin), and a few others gain or lose a flower or two. Tsukasa has fuchsias, An has paperflowers, airi i think has blossom and ena i think has yellow lupins now and that's as far as my flower knowledge goes.

[dolls-self-ships]

Two Birds One Storm

heyyyy this is my first fic in a while also it’s not finished yet this is only part one so it’s a quick read if you’re interested! <3 inspired by this prompt by otp-fanfic-ideas

“Oh my, would you look at that?”

Mac raised her head with a slight curious hum in her throat at the sound of her voice, she looked over to see her .. em.. friend, sitting by the window of her hut, which was being rapidly spotted with heavy raindrops, making an aggressive tap.. tap tap.. tap.. tap tap sound on the glass.

Mac felt startled, she could have sworn she calculated this weeks weather to a T, and all accounts showed nothing but sunshine, but sometimes Mother Nature had a way of being particularly unpredictable. Either that or she had miscalculated, but Mac would rather believe the first thing than the second one.

“Why, it’s just raining cats and dogs” Daphne tsked, still observing the grey sky and the cloudy mist that now covered the island.

“Oh aye” Mac agreed as she joined Daphne at the window, looking up to study the clouds herself. “And that great big one looks like a cumulonimbus. An et looks like there’s more rolling in fast as et is.”

Daphne looked at her, a little confused at first but trying her best to remember what kind of cloud that was. She had been getting used to Mac’s way of putting things into very technical terms, on top of her thick Scottish accent- of which both she found endlessly charming- and she would hate to make Mac repeat herself, as she often had to.

After a couple seconds, Daphne was almost certain she remembered. “That means uh.. thunder right?”

Mac smiled at her, and nodded in approval. She gave a little "mhm!" as in 'that's correct!'.

"I must say hen, you're catchin' on faster than Mr. Rhodes ever did. Yer a fast learner!" Mac praised her with an approving grin and a wink. Daphne felt a small sense of pride swell inside of her when Mac said that, partially because she liked the feeling of being better than Rocky at something, but also because she liked that Mac felt understood by her.

“Maybe because we spend so much time together" she giggled.

Mac felt a little bit of a rush from that, a warmth filled her cheeks as she nodded. "Aye, that too." She looked back out the window,

After a few moments of staring out into the rain, it slowly began to dawn on Daphne that her hut was all the way on the other side of town, and getting there would be like hell in just the rain alone, let along when the storm starts picking up. She gently cleared her throat and stammered "W-well, I-I should probably start headin' out now"

Mac was shocked, what on earth was she saying? She couldn't go out in this weather. "What? Now? I donnae think that's such a good idea, lass."

Daphne sighed "If I don't get goin' now I'm not gonna make it home" she said, shaking her head, "and I would hate to be a bother to you"

The rain started to pick up more, followed by a loud crash that startled the two. Both their heads turned quickly back to the window, and their eyes slowly travled upwards to see clusters of rain clouds, more and more packing in as if they all had a personal vendetta against this one specific chicken-housing island. They could see tiny flashes of light coming from between the cracks of plush looking grey forms in the sky, but it wasn't sunshine like one would hope, the flashes were erratic and white, the lightning had already begun to start up.

"Hen, I cannae let you go out in that, ye could ge'y knocked over by de wind, lost in all de fog, shrivel up like a wee raisin from all the rain, catch hypothermia-"

Daphne watched as Mac counted on her fingers all the possibilities she could face if she went outside at this time, in an effort to get her to stop, she placed her wings overtop of hers.

"Alright, alright, I get it, I just.." She paused, shifting in her seat and taking a breath “I just don’t wanna impose, that’s all”

Mac shook her head. “Even if that was, hen, there’s no wey that wee half-built bit wuld keep you warm enough in this.”

Daphne hummed, looking back outside as she saw the first bolt of lightening hit the water around the island. She wasn’t able to get out a response in time as Mac has already gotten up from her seat.

“Sit tight while I put de kettle on.”

As Mac left to the kitchen to get started, Daphne watched her with guilty eyes. She didn't know what it was, but everytime she was being waited on by someone, it always felt off. Wrong somehow. She hated making people go out of their way for her, she didn't like the feeling that she was causing trouble or making someone get up, even when it was a simple of a task as brewing tea. So, she quickly got up from her seat.

"Wait" She followed after her,  Mac turned over her shoulder from where she stood, already at the counter with the kettle going, which had already begun to make its low steaming sound, a high pitched, barely audible 'phhhwwwwtttt' sound. Daphne came up beside her and plucked two tea bags from the little display Mac had placed on the kitchen top. Peppermint- Mac's favourite. "I'll get these for ya"

Mac smiled, holding out her hand to grab the two little bags. "Thanks hen" she said, reaching for them a bit further than she intended, and accidentally brushing her hand over Daphne fingertips.

phhhwwttt

Mac jolted, a gasp hitched in her throat. Her teeth clenched as she flinched her hand away, feeling that familiar warmth in her cheeks again. Her eyes flickered between her recoiled hand and Daphne’s face, hoping that she could read her expression just enough to predict what was going through her mind at that moment.

Ppppphhhwhwwttttt

Daphne wasn't all that suave either, she didn’t say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes. They wouldn't leave the spot on her hand that Mac accidentally touched, it was like she could still feel a ghost of what the sensation was like to have her feathertips brush hers. It was still warm. Still comfortable.

PPPPPHHHHWWWTTTTTTT

Her eyes darted back up to the maroon combed hen, who then turned away from her shyly and said in an awkward tone and held out her hand, palm up, instead for Daphne to place the bags in.

"Ah... sorry"

It was up until then that Daphne had completely forgotten about the tea.

“It’s alright…”

click

The water was ready.

[quotation--marks]

On either side of the road the country stretched interminably into space. No trees, no lanes, no cluster of cottages or hamlet, but mile upon mile of bleak moorland, dark and untraversed, rolling like a desert land to some unseen horizon. No human being could live in this wasted country, thought Mary, and remain like other people; the very children would be born twisted, like the blackened shrubs of broom, bent by the force of a wind that never ceased, blow as it would from east and west, from north and south. Their minds would be twisted, too, their thoughts evil, dwelling as they must amidst marshland and granite, harsh heather and crumbling stone.

Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

[ochoislas]

EL JARDÍN

¡Qué vanamente obcécanse los hombres codiciando el laurel, el roble o palma, para ver sus trabajos incesantes coronar una yerba, un árbol solo, que con el corto ruedo de su sombra vitupera, discreto, sus fatigas; cuando árboles y flores todos trenzan la tupida guirnalda del reposo!

¡En tal lugar te hallé, preclara Paz, con Inocencia, que es tu amada hermana! Errado largo tiempo yo os buscaba en negocioso trato de las gentes. Si acaso brotan vuestras sacras matas, sólo podrán medrar entre estas plantas. ¡Cuán incivil ya me pareces, Mundo, ante esta deleitosa soledad!

Jamás nácar ni grana se mostraron como este dulce y regalado verde. Tiernos amantes, cual su llama fieros, árboles hieren con el caro nombre. ¡Qué mal conocen, ay, ni se percatan que éstos ofuscan la beldad que ansían! Claros troncos, si vuestra piel llagara, otro nombre que el vuestro no se viera.

Una vez enfriados los Afectos encuentra aquí el Amor digno retiro. Dioses, que tras mortal belleza corren, dan fin a su carrera frente a un árbol. Apolo persiguó de modo a Dafne por tal que de un laurel tomara forma. Y Pan tras de Siringa se apresura, no tanto por ser ninfa cuanto caña.

¡Qué portentosa vida es la que llevo! Manzanas en sazón sobre mí llueven; los copiosos racimos de la viña de suyo prensan en mi boca el vino; la nectarina, el pérsico escogido, a mi mano se tienden por sí solos; tropezando en melones, a mi paso, preso en lazo de flores, caigo en grama.

La Mente en tanto, de menguados gustos, al retiro se aparta de su dicha —la Mente, ponto donde cada especie su inmediata semblanza al punto encuentra, y crea, empero, trascendiendo tales, tantos mundo ajenos, tantos mares—, aniquilando todo lo plasmado en un verde pensar en sombras verdes.

Aquí, ya al pie de la fontana lábil, ya en la cepa musgosa de un frutal, de sí arrojando su terreno velo, mi alma por la enramada se destila: como un pájaro allá se posa y canta, se aguza luego, y peina alas de plata; y, en tanto se apareja al vasto vuelo, cambiantes de la luz copia en sus plumas.

Tal fue una vez aquel feliz estado cuando el hombre pisó sin más consorte; ¡tras un lugar tan puro y tan sabroso qué otro sufragio ya pudiera hallarse! Mas trascendía la mortal fortuna vagar por el vergel en solitario: se adunaran allá dos paraísos en morar paraíso y sin compaña.

Qué diestro el jardinero así trazó con flor y yerba este cuadrante nuevo, en donde un sol benigno de la altura discurre por zodíaco fragante; y la industriosa abeja en sus afanes, al par de nos, va computando el tiempo. Y es que tan dulces y salubres horas, ¿cómo, sin yerba y flor, fueran contadas?

*

THE GARDEN

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree, Whose short and narrow verged Shade Does prudently their Toyles upbraid; While all Flow'rs and all Trees do close To weave the Garlands of repose.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy Sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busie Companies of Men. Your sacred Plants, if here below, Only among the Plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious Solitude.

No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond Lovers, cruel as their Flame, Cut in these Trees their Mistress name. Little, Alas, they know, or heed, How far these Beauties Hers exceed! Fair Trees! where s'eer your barkes I wound, No Name shall but your own be found.

When we have run our Passions heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal Beauty chase, Still in a Tree did end their race. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that She might Laurel grow. And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a Reed.

What wond'rous Life in this I lead! Ripe Apples drop about my head; The Luscious Clusters of the Vine Upon my Mouth do crush their Wine; The Nectaren, and curious Peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on Melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with Flow'rs, I fall on Grass.

Mean while the Mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The Mind, that Ocean where each kind Does streight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other Worlds, and other Seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green Thought in a green Shade.

Here at the Fountains sliding foot, Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, Casting the Bodies Vest aside, My Soul into the boughs does glide: There like a Bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver Wings; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its Plumes the various Light.

Such was that happy Garden-state, While Man there walk'd without a Mate: After a Place so pure, and sweet, What other Help could yet be meet! But 'twas beyond a Mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two Paradises 'twere in one To live in Paradise alone.

How well the skilful Gardner drew Of flow'rs and herbes this Dial new; Where from above the milder Sun Does through a fragrant Zodiack run; And, as it works, th' industrious Bee Computes its time as well as we. How could such sweet and wholsome Hours Be reckon'd but with herbs and flow'rs!

Andrew Marvell

di-versión©ochoislas

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1197

first posted in facebook june 3, 2023

peter blume -- "winter" (1964)

"... a new day was starting, the things of the garden were not concerned with our troubles. a blackbird ran across the rose-garden to the lawns in swift, short rushes, stopping now and again to stab at the earth with his yellow beak. a thrush, too, went about his business, and two stout, little wagtails, following one another, and a little cluster of twittering sparrows. a gull poised himself high in the air, silent and alone, and then spread his wings wide and swooped beyond the lawns to the woods" ... daphne du maurier

"hell, maybe we're all getting a little carried away with this. admittedly a few birds did act strange, but that's no reason to ..." ... sebastian sholes (fisherman in diner)

"i keep telling you, this isn't 'a few birds'! these are gulls, crows, swifts...!" ... melanie daniels

"i have never known birds of different species to flock together. the very concept is unimaginable. why, if that happened, we wouldn't stand a chance! wow could we possibly hope to fight them?" ... mrs. bundy (elderly ornithologist)

"it could be the most terrifying picture i ever made" ... alfred hitchcock

"the early worm skips the birds down in florida" ... al janik

[televinita]

Top 100 Ladies of TV

Looking at old blog posts, many years ago I did a "100 favorite female characters" list, but I have met so many wonderful new ladies now that it is quite out of date and needs a major update to accommodate them. International Women’s Day seems like the perfect time to do so!

Only this time I'm restricting it to TV characters, or I will die of Overwhelm.

NOTE: This list is not in any kind of order, I just wrote them down as they came to mind. I considered alphabetical, but found it was nicer to keep everyone from a given show together. And rather than starting from scratch, I kept as much of the original list as I could and just added newer favorites on at the end, if you're wondering why some of these Very Old Fandoms are clustered at the top.

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who/The Sarah Jane Adventures)

Kimberly Hart (Power Rangers)

Katherine Hillard (Power Rangers)

Pamela Beesly Halpert (The Office)

Kelly Kapoor (The Office)

Angela Martin (The Office)

Amita Ramanujan (Numb3rs)

Abby Sciuto (NCIS

Ziva David (NCIS)

Abby Lockhart (ER)

Neela Rasgotra (ER)

Sarah Riley (ER)

Rachel Berry (Glee)

Quinn Fabray (Glee)

Tina Cohen-Chang, respect (Glee)

Marley Rose (Glee)

Juliet Burke (Lost)

Alex Rousseau (Lost)

Kensi Blye (NCIS: LA)

Nell Jones (NCIS: LA)

Marisol Delko (CSI: Miami)

Alexx Woods (CSI: Miami)

Calleigh DuQuesne (CSI: Miami)

Samantha Spade (Without a Trace)

Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy)

Cristina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)

April Kepner (Grey's Anatomy)

Addison Forbes Montgomery (Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice)

Sara Sidle (CSI)

Jess Angell (CSI: NY)

Dana Scully (X-Files)

Summer Roberts (The O.C.)

Charlotte "Chuck" Charles (Pushing Daisies)

Olive Snook (Pushing Daisies)

Joan Girardi (Joan of Arcadia)

Kat Miller (Cold Case)

Tru Davies (Tru Calling)

Elaine Benes (Seinfeld)

Daphne Moon (Frasier)

Carla Espinosa (Scrubs)

Jordan Sullivan (Scrubs) -- it's either her or Ellie Torres from Cougar Town, real 6-of-1 situation

Donna Pinciotti (That 70s Show)

Jackie Burkhart (That 70s Show)

Kitty Forman (That 70s Show)

Kara Danvers (Supergirl)

Stephanie Tanner (Full/er House)

Grace Adler (Will & Grace)

Lexi Vaziri (Blood & Treasure)

Jaz Khan (The Brave)

Lux Cassidy (Life Unexpected)

Rachel Matheson (Revolution)

Julia Shumway (Under the Dome)

Nancy McKenna (L.A.'s Finest)

Paige Donohue (Scorpion)

Happy Quinn (Scorpion)

Max Black (2 Broke Girls)

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau (Criminal Minds)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Mae Jarvis (Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders)

Reba Hart (Reba)

Cheyenne Hart (Reba)

Jess Parker (Primeval)

Abby Maitland (Primeval)

Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones)

Tani Rey (Hawaii Five-0)

Kate Beckett (Castle)

Alexis Castle (Castle)

Kat Warbler (The Class) - FOREVER UPSET we were robbed of more than 22 eps of her snarky glory!

Ivy Lynn (Smash)

Elizabeth McCord (Madam Secretary herself)

Carrie Heffernan (i'm sorry i LOVE HER) (The King of Queens)

Frankie Heck (The Middle)

Sue Heck (The Middle)

Mindy Lahiri (The Mindy Project)

Lisa Miller (News Radio)

Beth of no apparent last name (NewsRadio)

Sabrina Spellman (the Teenage Witch, Good Version [WB])

Tia Landrey & Tamera Campbell (Sister, Sister) (I know it's rude but they're both aces and this way my list is secretly 101!)

Jade McKellan (Family Reunion)

Holly Tyler (What I Like About You)

Anathema Device (Good Omens)

Eve Baxter (Last Man Standing)

Sabina of no official last name (Siberia)

Ryan Clark (Off the Map)

Phoebe Buffay (Friends)

Monica Geller (Friends)

Rachel Greene (Friends)

Janine Teagues (Abbott Elementary)

Melissa Schemmenti (Abbott Elementary)

Barbara Howard (Abbott Elementary)

Ava Coleman (Abbot Elementary)

Molly Flynn (Mike & Molly, a terrible show made watchable by its women, though I only have room for 1 today)

Henrietta/Hetty Woodstone (Ghosts [CBS])

Shirley Bennett (Community)

Alex Russell (Maid)

Jenny Hoyt (Big Sky)

Cassie DeWell (Big Sky)

In conclusion:

[insteading]

Daphne odora. It doesn't look like much: clusters of little pink and white flowers (deeper pink in the middle, edging toward white at the tips), shrubby dark green leaves with yellow edges. But as the scientific name suggests, it's very fragrant.

Long ago I was taking the bus home from school and smelled something out the window that was so bewitching I got off at the next stop and did my best dog impression trying to track down what I was smelling. And I got to a bush with those unassuming looking flowers and stuck my nose in it, and YEP THAT'S IT. As heady as tubereuse, but fresher. Daphne odora is what clean laundry wishes it smelled like.

What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

[yorkshireword]

The foundation of many of these compositions seems to come from Jeremiah Chiu’s synthesizer grooves and polyrhythms. Jeremiah, can you share your approach to creating electronics for an improvised jam scenario? Susumu Yokota is mentioned in the liner notes... How has he influenced your work? Are there any other synthesists that you look up to that work in a sort of similar setting with instrumentalists?

J.Chiu: With electronic music, it feels inherent to the instruments to have things be quite rigid and “clocked” because we’re often working with sequencers. I’ve been focused on balancing that rigidity with something more fluid, and intentionally, more human. Improvisation isn’t something that immediately comes to mind with sequencing, but it is a huge part of synthesis, as the slight turn of a knob can lead you into new territory. So, having worked with synthesizers for 20+ years now, I have a level of comfort with the instrument that allows me to listen and respond in the moment. With my current modular synthesizer setup, I have the ability to live record anything in or out of the box—Josh’s sax, for example—and manipulate the recording through reel-to-reel style manipulation, granular synthesis, or more traditional effects processing. It’s interesting that Susumu Yokota came up. I imagine that this has something to do with Acid Mt. Fuji’s organically evolving trance, but I’d say that major touchpoints for me are always early synthesists: Raymond Scott, the greater YMO landscape, kosmische staples like Cluster and Ashra, Delia Derbyshire, Daphne Oram, Herbie Hancock. I’m not sure how much any of them were working directly in an improvised setting with other instrumentalists, maybe Herbie, but, this might be the perfect opportunity to dig further into the research and collaborate on an ISC Hifi playlist!

[the-most-sublime-fool]

It was like a house in an old tale, discovered by the hero one evening in midsummer; there should be a barrier of thorns about it through which he must cut his way with a knife, and then a galaxy of flowers growing in profusion, with monstrous blooms untended by human hand. Giant ferns would mass themselves beneath the windows, and white lilies on tall stems. In the tale there would be strands of ivy clustering the walls, barring the entrance, and the house itself would have slept for a thousand years.

Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

[langurecotravels]

Bhutan: A Himalayan Escape for the Discerning British Traveller

For the discerning British traveller seeking an adventure beyond the ordinary, Bhutan offers a unique and unforgettable experience. This enchanting Himalayan kingdom, shrouded in ancient myths and steeped in Buddhist traditions, promises a journey far removed from the usual tourist trail. With Langur Eco Travels (Bhutan Birding), embark on a bespoke Bhutan tour specifically curated for our UK guests.

Bhutan’s Biodiversity

cultural highlights of Bhutan

A Journey Tailored for You: Unveiling the Magic of Bhutan

Gone are the days of rigid itineraries and mass-market experiences. Langur Eco Travels understands that British travellers appreciate a personalized approach. We offer a variety of customizable Bhutan tour packages designed to cater to your specific interests, whether you're a seasoned explorer, a culture enthusiast, or simply seeking a tranquil escape.

Places to See in Bhutan for the British Explorer:

Bhutan boasts a rich tapestry of cultural and natural treasures waiting to be discovered. These are some highlights you won't want to miss:

Thimphu: A City Steeped in Tradition: Explore the vibrant capital city of Thimphu, a fascinating blend of traditional architecture and modern development. Visit the iconic Buddha Dordenma statue, a colossal gilded figure overlooking the city. Immerse yourself in local life at the bustling Centenary Farmers Market, a kaleidoscope of sights, sounds, and aromas. For a touch of history, explore the National Folk Heritage Museum to delve deeper into Bhutan's rich cultural heritage.

Paro Valley: Gateway to the Himalayas: Paro Valley, with its picturesque villages and dramatic landscapes, is often the first stop on your Bhutan adventure. Hike to the iconic Tiger's Nest monastery, a breathtaking architectural marvel perched precariously on a cliffside. Explore the Paro Dzong, a magnificent fortress monastery that has served as the religious and administrative center of the Paro region for centuries. For a touch of British history, visit the Paro National Museum, which houses a collection of artifacts related to Druk Desi Tenzin Rabgye, a Bhutanese ruler who received a British envoy in the 18th century.

Punakha Dzong: Witness the architectural marvel of Punakha Dzong, the winter seat of the Je Khenpo (spiritual leader) of Bhutan. Punakha Valley offers a serene escape with its fertile rice paddies and meandering Mo Chhu River. For a unique experience, visit the Punakha Suspension Bridge, a traditional cantilever bridge offering stunning views of the valley.

Bumthang Valley: A Spiritual Journey: Embark on a spiritual journey to Bumthang Valley, a cluster of four valleys known as the "religious heartland" of Bhutan. Visit ancient Jakar Dzong, explore the Jambay Lhakhang monastery, a sacred place believed to house a footprint of Guru Rinpoche, a revered Buddhist figure. Soak in the serene atmosphere of this sacred region and reconnect with your inner peace.

Things to Do in Bhutan: A Blend of Adventure and Cultural Immersion

A Bhutan tour with Langur Eco Travels goes beyond sightseeing. We offer a plethora of unique experiences designed to create lasting memories:

Cultural Delights: Witness vibrant religious festivals like Tsechu, where masked dances and colorful costumes come together in a celebration of faith. Learn about the traditional Bhutanese art of papermaking, where sheets are meticulously crafted from Daphne shrubs. For a touch of British flair, attend an archery match, the national sport of Bhutan.

Hiking in the Himalayas: For the adventurous British traveller, Bhutan offers some of the most breathtaking trekking trails in the world. Embark on a trek through pristine forests and witness breathtaking mountain vistas. Explore the Jhomolhari Trek, offering stunning views of the 7,326-meter peak, or challenge yourself with the challenging Snowman Trek, traversing the Lunana region.

Nature Connection: Immerse yourself in the natural beauty of Bhutan. Explore the diverse flora and fauna of Jigme Dorji National Park, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Spot the endangered Black-Necked Cranes in Phobjikha Valley, a winter haven for these majestic birds. For a leisurely experience, simply relax amidst the tranquility of Bhutan's pristine landscapes and reconnect with nature.

Sustainable Travel with Langur Eco Travels:

We understand the importance of preserving Bhutan's unique culture and pristine environment. Langur Eco Travels champions sustainable tourism practices, ensuring a low-impact experience that benefits both the local communities and the delicate ecosystems.

Bhutan Tour Packages for the British Traveller:

We offer a diverse range of Bhutan tour packages designed to suit the discerning British traveller. Whether you're seeking a cultural immersion, an adventurous trek, or a relaxing escape, we can create the perfect itinerary for you.

Typical Inclusions:

Experienced and knowledgeable Bhutanese guides with excellent English language

See more :-

7 Days – Short Bird Watching and Cultural Tour in Bhutan - Langur Eco Travels

photographic trip in Bhutan

Bhutan’s Biodiversity

cultural highlights of Bhutan

punakha festival tour Bhutan

[northshoretreevd]

12 Trees That Bloom Even In Winter

Winter, often characterised by its quiet snowfalls, frosty mornings, and muted landscapes, is typically seen as a season of repose for nature and maintenance duties for tree loppers Sydney. The land is silent, animals hibernate, and many trees shed their leaves, leaving skeletal outlines against the cold sky. Yet, even within this quietude, there exists a defiance. A select group of botanical wonders that, despite the odds, burst forth in vibrant blooms. Their blossoms, standing in stark contrast to the pallor of winter, serve as a poetic reminder of life's resilience.

While most plants and trees fade into the background during this season, some unique species challenge the norms, bringing beauty and colour to an otherwise subdued environment.

Here's a closer look at the unique shrubs that bloom even during the coldest months of the year.

Witch Hazel (Hamamelis)

This deciduous shrub produces spidery, fragrant yellow or orange flowers from late fall to early winter. Besides adding colour to the cold months, the witch hazel has been known for its therapeutic properties, particularly its astringent qualities.

Winter Cherry (Prunus subhirtella)

Contrary to its name, the winter cherry is not a cherry tree. Its blooms burst in the heart of winter, presenting delicate pink blossoms. Over time, these flowers evolve into small fruit that attracts birds.

Camellia (Camellia japonica)

Camellias are evergreens that showcase their big, rosy blossoms from late fall to early spring. They are best suited for temperate climates and can provide a lush, vibrant view amid the cold.

Winter Heath (Erica carnea)

This low-growing evergreen shrub provides a carpet of colour in the chilliest times. From December to April, tiny bell-shaped flowers in shades of pink and purple bedeck the plant, making it a winter garden favourite.

Mahonia (Mahonia x media)

With its holly-like leaves and bright yellow flowers, mahonia is a striking presence in the winter garden. Its blossoms are later replaced by blue-black berries that can attract birds.

Sweet Box (Sarcococca)

This modest-sized evergreen shrub is popular not just for its delicate winter blooms, but also for the sweet scent that these flowers release. The fragrance can serve as a gentle reminder of spring even in the depths of winter.

Hellebore (Helleborus)

Often referred to as Christmas or Lenten roses, hellebores are cherished for their early blooming nature. The flowers, ranging from white and green to deep purple, often appear when the snow is still on the ground.

Winter Jasmine (Jasminum nudiflorum)

This is a robust, trailing plant that brings forth a burst of yellow from December to March. Its star-shaped flowers can light up any winter landscape.

Snowdrop (Galanthus)

As its name suggests, the snowdrop is a hardy little bulb that pushes through the frost to present droplet-like white blossoms. These blooms are often seen as the first sign that spring is on the horizon.

Daphne (Daphne bholua)

Daphne is a favourite among gardeners, mainly for its intoxicating aroma. The purple or pink flowers appear in the middle of winter and can fill the surrounding air with a sweet, lemony scent.

Winter-flowering Cherry (Prunus x subhirtella 'Autumnalis')

This is a variety that blooms sporadically throughout the winter, presenting pale pink blossoms. The sporadic blooming means that on any given winter day, there might be a pleasant floral surprise awaiting.

Viburnum (Viburnum x bodnantense)

This tall shrub offers clusters of pink, fragrant flowers from late fall to early spring. Not only does it provide a visual feast, but its aromatic quality makes it a sensory delight as well.

Winter, often labelled as bleak, has its bouquet of joys and colours. The above species shatter the myth of winter being devoid of botanical beauty. Their resilience not only adds aesthetic pleasure but also symbolises hope and endurance.

For gardeners, nature enthusiasts, or anyone seeking solace in nature's wonders, introducing these species into your garden or local parks can transform winter from a time of hibernation to one of celebration. It serves as a beautiful reminder that even in the coldest, most challenging times, life finds a way to express its undying spirit. Celebrate winter with these blooming marvels, and let every petal be a testament to nature's indomitable will.