#Rooting Sea Grape Plant

[thecupidwitch]

Elements And Their Correspondences

Earth

Direction: North

Time: Midnight

Season: Winter

Color: Green, brown

Zodiac: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Ruling planets: Venus and Saturn

Tarot Cards: Pentacles, Coins

Tools: Pentacle, salt, stones, dirt, crystals, wood, flowers

Cystals: Emerald, Jet, tourmaline, quartz, onyx, azurite, amethyst, jasper, peridot, granite.

Animals: gopher, bear, wolf, ant, horse, stag, deer, dog, cow, bull, bison, snake, worms, moles, voles, grubs

Herbs: Oak, cedar, cypress, honeysuckle, ivy, primrose, sage, grains, patchouli, nuts, magnolia, comfrey, vetivert, moss, lilac, lichen, roots, barley, alfalfa, corn, rice.

Rules: Grounding, strength, healing, success, stability, sturdiness, steadfastness, foundations, empathy, fertility, death, rebirth, wisdom, nature, animals, plants, money, prosperity.

Water

Direction: West

Time: Dusk

Season: Fall

Color: Blue, Indigo, Sliver

Zodiac: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Ruling planets: Moon, Neptune, Pluto

Tarot Cards: Cups

Tools: Ocean, sea glass, cup, bowl, seaweed, hag stones, cauldron

Cystals: Moonstone, pearl, silver, aquamarine, amethyst, blue tourmaline, lapis lazuli, fluorite, coral, blue topaz, beryl, opal, coral

Animals: fish, snake, frog, crab, lobster, eel, shark, dragonfly, seahorse, dolphin, sea otter, seal, whale, alligator, crocodile, beaver, octopus, penguin, salamander, turtle, starfish, koi, coral, barnacle, manta ray, manatee, jellyfish, nautilus, heron, duck, geese, crane, swan, water birds, ammonite, dragons, serpents

Herbs: seaweed, aloe, fern, water lily, lotus, moss, willow, gardenia, apple, catnip, chamomile, cattail, lettuce, kelp, birch, cabbage, coconut, cucumber, comfrey, eucalyptus, gourd, geranium, grape, licorice, lilac, pear, strawberry, tomato

Rules: emotion, intuition, psychic abilities, love, unconscious mind, fertility, self-healing, reflection, lunar energy, deep feelings, curses, death

Fire

Direction: South

Time: Noon

Season: Summer

Color: Red, Orange

Zodiac: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Ruling planets: Sun, Mars

Tarot Cards: Wands or Swords (depends on belief system)

Tools: Athame, candles, swords, wands, dagger, lamp, flame

Cystals: Carnelian, red jasper, bloodstone, garnet, ruby, agate, rhodochrosite, gold, pyrite, brass, fire opal, lavastone, tiger's eye

Animals: Lion, snake, coyote, fox, ladybug, bee, shark, scorpion, horse, mantis, tiger

Herbs: Cinnamon, cloves, ginger, allspice, basil, cacti, marigold, chilis, garlic, mustard, nettle, onion, heliotrope, hibiscus, juniper, lime, orange, red pepper, poppies, thistle, coffee, jalapenos, lemon, cumin, saffron, coriander

Rules: Energy, will, destruction, strength, courage, power, passion, lust, sexuality, anger, war, new beginnings, protection, loyalty, transformation, action, movement, achievement, creativity, desire, willpower

Air

Direction: East

Time: Down

Season: Spring

Color: Yellow, gold, white, light blue, pastels

Zodiac: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Ruling planets: Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus

Tarot Cards: Wands

Tools: Feather, wand, staff, incense, broom, bell, sword, pen

Cystals: Amber, topaz, citrine, jasper, agate, pumice, alexandrite, amethyst, fluorite, mica, clear quartz

Animals: Birds, flying insects, spiders, bats

Herbs: Bergamot, lavender, marjoram, peppermint, sage, dandelion, bluebell, clover, frankincense, primrose, lemongrass, pine, aspen, yarrow, violets, vervain, myrrh, dill, anise, aspen

Rules: Intelligence, wisdom, knowledge, logic, thought, communication, truth, inspiration, intuition, memory, creativity

Tip jar

[bitter-bats-cult-of-the-moon]

Six Grounding Exercises

1. Tree Yourself.

Being ungrounded happens when you are out-of-balance. When energy is blocked, you are unable to access the support of the earth and the higher awareness of your spirit.

A simple grounding exercise involves the visualization of yourself as a tree. First, close your eyes. Next, visualize roots growing out from your feet. “Extend” these roots through the ground and going all the way down. Anchor them at the center of the earth.

2. Meditation.

Meditation helps bring about awareness. You notice the subtle energy changes within your body. You know if you are out-of-sync or if you have become ungrounded.

Practicing body awareness or moving meditations is helpful.

You bring your awareness into the now, rather than the past or the future.

You are aware of your physical existence even while increasing your spirituality.

If you are grounded, you are conscious of yourself and your current surroundings.

You don’t have to spend hours doing meditation. In fact, just half an hour a day is enough to expand your awareness.

3. Get Physical.

Physical activity helps to remove any accumulated toxic energy in your aura. When you shift your energy from an overloaded mental focus to a physical one, you can clear away any mental debris. Getting connected through physical activity does not necessarily mean that you must join a gym. All it means is to allow your mind a chance to take a break.

4. Nature.

Going out by the ocean or just being in nature is a wonderful way to revitalize. Working with soil or clay helps in grounding. Simply touching the earth helps. Gardening is a wonderful grounding activity as it reconnects you with nature.

5. Grounding Foods.

According to Ayurvedic Medicine, there are grounding foods that you can eat, and it suggests Potatoes, Sweet Potatoes, Carrots, Ginger, Avocado, Mango, Papaya, Grapes, Olives, Berries, Coconuts, Figs, Melons, Green Beans, Egg Plant, or Yams.

For flavoring your food, use warming spices such as ginger, nutmeg, garlic, cinnamon, cumin, coriander, and cloves. A dash or two of fennel and/or sea salt also works.

6. Grounding Crystals.

Obsidian

Black Tourmaline

Smoky Quartz

Jet

Blue Kyanite

Simply hold the crystal in your hands, and visualize any unwanted energies flowing outward, and into the crystal itself. Occasionally, you will need to cleanse the crystal by putting it on the soil of the earth to drain and clear it of any negative charges.

[dragons-ire]

The Two Brothers

(as told at and for Bel Canto Winery - @wine-xiv)

Before this place was the winery it is today - before it was an opera house, even - it was just a bare expanse of tidepools and sandbar. A little higher up, maybe a few trees and grasses to keep the entire island from washing out with the tide. 

Until one day, a pair of brothers rowed over from the mainland. The eldest was called Merlgeiss, and his younger brother: Keltanth.

They'd heard there was a fortune, you see, buried somewhere on the dunes. And so they'd brought supplies and shovels, and a dream they'd packed for themselves in the bottom of their rucksacks, of becoming wealthy men.

So when they hit ground, they made camp, and got up at first light with their shovels to dig. And dig they did, from sunrise to sunset. For sennights at a time, until their hands were cracked and blistered and their backs stiff and stooped.  And at night, they ate hardtack and the freshwater they caught with the rain, and in the morning they began again.

They never found the pirate's buried hoard that had brought them there. Not in gold and jewels, at least. But they dug in the earth, and they turned over the sand all through the winter until the loam underneath began to show. 

And in the spring, they readied their shovels again, only to stop as they saw something winding through the soil that wasn't seagrass or the roots of a tree. 

Just a wild La Noscean grape vine, struggling for the sun. The seeds washed in by the sea, or carried there by some bird.

They knew then that, with some work, they'd found something just as good as gold.

It was several more long seasons of toiling before anything came of it. One single vine that turned into two, and three, and at last rows of them, green and purple in the sunlight. The first harvest, pressed and crushed and storedin the first barrel that's said to have been fashioned from the planks of the rowboat that had first carried them to the shore.

And when they decanted that first bottle, they knew that this had to be the treasure they had come seeking.

In the years before the Calamity, the two brothers' vintages were widely known up and down the coast. Pirate lords and rich merchants alike paid well to have bottles in their larders. The famous culinarians in the city competed to invent dishes to pair with them. And the brothers' made enough fortune that they could bring in workers to till the fields, and builders to build casks as well as buildings to house everyone. Before long, they had more money than they could count by themselves.

But as their fortune and fame grew, it seemed to eat away at the simple camaraderie that had brought them here in the first place. That which had seen them through all those days and nights of hardship eroded just as a seacoast will if it has nothing planted in it to keep it fast.

The workers would say, later, how they'd heard the pair quarreling late at night. Their raised voices constantly bickering about something - about the money, the business and what to do with it. The most anyone could report was that they disagreed about the place's future. One of them wanted to sell it and settle to an easy life. The other thought they were only at the beginning of what they could gain.

Unfortunately, the argument never resolved itself. One morning, the workers who rose early found the body of the eldest brother, Merlgeiss, lying on the sand, half-carried out by the tide. His body bore the marks of a violent struggle. The crabs and the gulls had already started to move in.

Not a day later, the Yellowjackets picked up Kelthanth, the younger brother, wearing his elder brother's jacket, trying to book passage out of Wineport with nothing but gil in his luggage. Whatever happened, he refused to say, but his guilt was plain to anyone looking. He went to the hangman without breathing a word as to why.

It wasn't so long after that that the Calamity washed the entire place out to sea. The rich earth was re-settled in the years afterwards. An opera house, and then, by some grand coincidence, another vineyard broke ground.

But it's said still that Merlgeiss' spirit is restless still, and wanders up and down the coast and in through the grapevines. And sometimes, even into the house itself, as if ceaselessly searching for that treasure he'd had and lost. Or at the very least, a glass of wine for his parched soul.

So: if you happen to wander through the winery late at night and find something out of place - let’s say a wine glass that someone seems to have forgotten. The staff seem to have neglected to pick it up. 

You should leave it alone. 

The guest will be by for it in his own time.

[raytm]

ELEMENTS OF TEYVAT. bold for what always applies, italic for ‘sometimes’ or ‘in certain verses’

ANEMO

a sense of restlessness. a wish upon a dandelion seed. well-worn walking boots. the taste of sweet white wine. a bird’s wings outstretched in flight. unable to sit still for long. a notebook filled with poetry. seeking solitude to think. a tendency towards pushing oneself too hard for the sake of others. a scrapbook filled with photographs of places travelled to. happy whistling in the morning. a clear blue sky. the wind ruffling through your hair. the sleeplessness that comes from having too much and nothing to do all at once. the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. four-leaf clover. grapes ripening on the vine. a spinning compass. the tune of a song you have forgotten the words to long ago. hiding your pain behind a smile.our greatest duty is to others.

GEO

as solid and dependable as foundations of stone. wondering about those who walked this road before you. an unshakeable will. statues weathered by the passing of time. glimmering jewels. golden opulence. solemn memories. respecting tradition, yet not bound by it. oral legends passed down through families. the silence of a tomb. dusty old books. pleasantly fragrant tea. candles flickering at the altar. perfectly cut jade. the softness of expensive silk. hearth and home. stronger than you look. lilies blooming under the full moon. the smell of a hearty meal served by a loved one. a night at the opera. a story told over dinner amongst friends. ornate chopsticks. sunrise over distant peaks.those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

ELECTRO

a preference for familiar routine. sakura blossoms drifting on a gentle breeze. troubled thoughts, darkening clouds.fireworks bursting across the summer night’s sky. the sweetness of candy on the tongue. each day like the one before it. peacefully reading under a tree.a remarkable person thought strange by many. wits as sharp as a blade. afraid of what the future holds. crumbling like a castle of sand. a sudden growl of thunder to interrupt a previously pleasant afternoon. strict adherence to the rules of tradition. desperately trying to hold on to a fleeting dream. fearful of your own potential. an explosive temper. the calm before the storm. relentless in pursuit of your goals. absolute clarity of vision. turning of the hourglass. the only true ending is being forgotten.

DENDRO

wandering barefoot in the grass. hands cupped around fresh garden soil. a crown of wildflowers. sun-kissed skin. freckles like a constellation. grass-stained clothes. the background noise of chatter in a busy market. strong roots in unstable ground. the woods are lovely, dark and deep. the fresh scent of crushed medicinal herbs. often preferring plants to people. finding joy in causing a garden to bloom.always knowing things that others don’t. heart like an open book around those who matter. burdened by all that knowledge. advocating growth. trading in secrets. grieving the agony of the earth. green-fingered. a bath filled with flower petals. knows how to kill you with 20 different poisons. loves even the most ugly of blooms. full of childlike wonder. the flower that blooms in adversity. be less the innocent flower, and more the viper underneath it.

HYDRO

scent of the first spring rain. as swift and graceful as the river. a taste of salt: the sea or one’s own tears?. moonlight on the surface of a lake. footprints laid out before you in the sand. hearing the waves when you hold a seashell to your ear.a singular cause that means everything. a torrent of grief that threatens to drag you under. shimmering fish-scales. small stones cast huge ripples. the courage it takes to do what is right. fate is a force more powerful than the will of gods or man. firm and resolute. the call of the tides. feeling always somehow inadequate. the sea is both a cradle and a tomb. a quiet pride in one’s accomplishments. a sense of justice that can’t be broken.intent on communication: even if you’re saying what they don’t want to hear. keeping your promises. always the first one to step forward. preferring night to day. starlight, star-bright.

PYRO

fist raised in protest .was studying the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. clash of steel upon steel. the sweat of one’s brow and the strength of one’s back. iron heart, iron will. black-ash sand. burning in righteous fury for past wrongs. blazing creativity. passion as hot as the unrelenting sun. light up the night. bloody knuckles. molten lava. the strong one for the sake of others. merry laughter.often misunderstood. loving and hating fiercely. the smoke of the forge. hammer and tongs. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.raising your voice where it counts. sunburned shoulders. fire-red hair. a drink between friends before the battle begins.relentless hope despite everything. anger forged in the fires of past trauma. never hide your light from others. loud, but kind. i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you.

CRYO

the crown weighs so heavy. softly falling snow. mountain peaks under a frosty twilight. a cold and cautious exterior to shield your broken heart. a feeling like you just don’t belong. desperately reaching out for love that never comes. a chill so deep it makes your bones ache. breath misting in the air. catching snowflakes on your tongue. it must never happen again. tear trails still frozen on your cheeks. the beauty of a snowflake. the snow queen was always your favourite fairy-tale. some things you just can’t speak about. cruelly crushed innocence. pushing others away, even though you really want to let them in. eerily echoing bells, slow as a funeral toll. empty halls once filled with laughter. a photograph hidden in a drawer. a rose wilting in a sudden snap frost.

[starcaptainslangs]

MyLang days 4-8: Geography, Flora, Fauna

Alright! This post continues where I've left off doing @quothalinguist's conlang year challenge.

The next prompts up to today center around defining the space that my speakers live in. I purposefully didn't let myself go down a rabbit hole about the specifics and instead let it be painted with a wide brush to be made more specific later.

Geography

MyLang is spoken by the Fae in an abandoned House and the surrounding Yard, which divides the "world" into two major super regions.

There are other communities of animals like the mice have their own barrow, the owl lives in the attic, like a dragon, and there could be a city inside a fallen tree log, or in a big old tree in the yard.

The House has been long abandoned, with the owners having disappeared into myth and legend long before the first Fae passed through the Hedge. The house has a basement, a first floor, a second floor and an attic. It looks like an old Victorian style house. 

The Yard is surrounded by a hedge on one side, a forest on the other, a stream in the forest, and a road or path. These are the limits of this "world", but there are obviously other communities and regions that have their own cultures and languages. The Yard is untamed and wild with thick brambles that create nearly pitch-black forests, a pond that stretches like a sea, grass jungles, huge old trees, and a few stumps and logs that are converted into cities.

I think the size of the region is a quarter acre or so. I'm not sure if that super matters.

The scope of the House and Yard is like a subcontinent-sized region, maybe as large as California or Western Europe with travel tending to be pretty lengthy depending on where you’re going. I don't think I want to create as many descendant families as are in California or Western Europe. This setting is also not that "hard" so the size of the region really is whatever makes a fun story.

Climate and Weather Patterns

The house is set in a temperate forest region, like Southern Oregon or the Northeast, but with an elevated fantasy element. There are four distinct seasons and each comes with its own magic quality. The main two climatic regions are divided between the Yard and the House.

Yard Climate

The Yard bears the full brunt of the seasons with cold winters, wet springs, hot summers, and chilly autumns.

House Climate

The House Climate varies depending on the level. The basement tends to be warm and humid because of the furnace there. The first floor is kept temperately warm year round, experiencing mild seasonal variation. The Second floor has more seasonal variety, being the furthest from the furnace.

Flora

There’s the typical flora that I would recognize, but there are also Fae-size crops and magical plants that are more important to note. They are:

A kind of small blue-silver sweet berry, maybe it has magical properties

Fungus cultivated in the basement

A grain or rice-like cereal that is used to bake into bread. Is this a normal-sized grain (ie huge to the Fae scale) or a smaller one that is to their scale, but it is a young type of grain or grass that they harvest.

Other food-source plants to notes: 

Dandelion roots and flowers

Acorns, used for food and building materials

Grass Seeds

Grass

Fruit trees: Lemon, Apple

Berries like blueberry, blackberry, strawberry, grapes?

Non food source plants:

A fungus used for lighting

Varieties of a moss that can be woven into textiles

A kind of leaf that can be sewn with spider silk to make clothing

Wood, generally derived from sticks

Bark, used as a building material 

Grass fibers that are used to create rope and other materials.

Fauna

Just some listed off the top of my head that would be relevant:

Mammals

Badger

Cat

Mouse

Rat

Vole

Mole

Insects

Bee

Beetles (probably tons of varieties, like riding beetles, beetles for food, etc.)

Ants

Termites

Centipede

Birds

Song Bird

Hawk

Screech Owl

Raven/Crow

I also had an idea that the root word for "sky" evolves to the word for "ceiling" in Housespeak.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 76

Spoiler for my stories

Reaper seating on the edge of the cliff staring at the beach side. He saw everyone having fun down in the sand, while his alone staring at them having fun with the new addition of their group.

Reaper held out his hand, a silver scythe cover with vines and flower engraving and symbols appear on his hands.

He spin it to his right to his left hand before he point at the side of him and flower bloom from unfertilized soil.

Sometimes he wonder about his friend group. It seems that from the four of them, other bee called him "4*" for a nicknames before.

Moving his scythe to poke his other side and making another plant sprout and bloom.

Reaper: I wonder if other bee think everyone is a card. σ(￣、￣〃) to say that.

His mismatched eyes stare at Bee who's making sandcastle with Blood and Sea.

Holding the scythe and tapping it's edge of the staff of the scythe to the ground in the edge of the cliff it suddenly blossom trees and he casually alter it's growth to be sides, before long his feet is no longer dangling over the edge as tree roots and branches form a safe hanging ground and he stand it with confidence.

Reaper: is bee a 5* then? Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

He wonder about Bee power level, since a day ago, Doll keep asking Blood about ranking system of the multiverse and blood casually ignoring the question.

Reaper: hmm. (ㆀ˘･з･˘) blood said bee can be any stat of other kohaku. But his initial is a 5*... Blood also letting Bee borrow his powers as he said before. So Bee should be strong...

While walking on the branches that form a stair case for him as he move around as he wave his scythe from left to write, the vines of grapes and roses bloom and soon as he went back to the cliff a gigantic tree and the roots have taken over the cliff.

He suddenly remember how often the fae says about being past tense.

Standing on top of his now created tree garden, he stare at the people in the beach again while making a curtain made of vines and leaves.

Reaper:... I Wonder why, that's the case then... If Bee is strong why does he keep dying then. (●´⌓`●) maybe his au is a dangerous place... (︶︹︺) I hope bee don't suffer that badly.

His eyes then saw doll who's holding a black cat full of bandage and angrily went to Blood and start to demand some stuff from the other who once again ignore him.

Reaper who can see who the cat is:... Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) isn't that the other cat that catnap cat mc? Wonder why his leaking the stench of death.

Reaper watch as doll get was stopped by Bee who takes the wounded Kuma and his translucent wings become 6 feather like and he held the little guy who slowly healed up and the stench of death disappear with Bee going back to his usual attire and giving back the cat to Doll who seems quite glad the black cat is well again.

Reaper:... Isn't that like his other self ability. (●__●) Maybe they get along now to let him use that skill. Through wonder why would he use--

As he mumble that he sees you appearing beside Doll and looking in wonder at the healthy Kuma, he felt he understands now when you seems surprised And smile at Bee-- who flabbergasted and shyly blush before he cling to you and pulling you away from the group to somewhere.

Reaper who remember things:.. (• ▽ •;) oh. That's why.

The Reaper of Spring covered his face in embarrassment as he remembers some concerning memories he wish to not resurface at all.

Plop.

Suddenly he was boink by an apple from the tree, turn out it's an apple tree. The moment he stare at it, he saw the glossy fresh apple but he take a bite but would keep it to give it to blood later.

Surrounded by nature of spring, he sigh happily but suddenly realize something.

Reaper: ヘ（。□°）ヘ I ACCIDENTALLY MADE A GARDEN AGAIN.

he worriedly look around at his creation. He sigh hopelessly.

Reaper: blood and I seems to have similar type of skill... But his still better than me. (^～^;)ゞmaybe his a 5*.

Somehow he felt self conscious being around those version of himself that probably better than him. He always felt left out sometimes. He can never really have the same energy as Doll, Happy go lucky attitude of Blood, concerning lovesick personality of Bee or maybe the comforting silence of Sea.

His just That out of place kohaku. Among others. He wonder why if he belong with the group if his not as amazing as them.

He probably isn't categories as same as them. His not close with the 5 people they are close with from what they said Canon unit. His close with different people.

Hadey, eternity, frost, and Grave.

That was his set of friends other than his world MC and other spirit of winter cycle. His not close to Rinne Amagi, HiMERU, kaname, Madara Mikejima or even know a Niki Shiina.

He wonder why he seems so different from them. He can never assist Bee either as good Blood could or how Doll could.

His just him, who likes spring and flowers.

Leaves soon brush against his face as if wiping something, at that moment he realize how his vision is blurry as tears start to pour out.

Reaper: ... Am I really that sad to be different?

He suddenly went and hide himself from the view, leaning his back against the wall, he wipe his tears away.

Many memories and facts he refuse to remember resurfacing. His heart suddenly felt cold as if it's taken a frostbite of sadness.

Reaper: even the group of reapers ... I'm also the different one...

Maybe it's what he is. The oddball. To be different... Is this my form of eternity?

Doll:

-- HEY!!! KOHAKU THE REAPER!!(`ー´)

suddenly he heard someone calling out to him.

He quickly wipe his tears away and look where the voice are coming from.

Blood:

Reaper of Spring, can you let us come in to your beautiful tree house? ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)

He look the others who have come to the cliff side without him noticing and calling out his name. His heart suddenly felt warm and the cold from loneliness he felt suddenly subside.

Sea held two shells together and smacking it together to make noises:

TAP

TAP

TAP

TAP

TAP

TAP

(●´⌓`●)

Doll who knows Morse code:...

Doll: HE SAID HI BTW IF YOUR STUPID. σ(￣、￣〃)

Sea stared at Doll as if saying, his you too and your calling yourself stupid along the process: (c" ತ,_ತ)

Doll: fuck. I don't mop around crying on stupid things anyway. (`ー´)

It seems that doll notice what's wrong with him. Maybe doll is sensitive to emotions in his surrounding. Reaper wonder as quickly run downstairs toward his friends, when his finally out he saw everyone, even Bee who's holding the mofumofu moth stared at him with a soft smile.

Bee: can we come in, Reaper ? (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Reaper:...

Reaper tearing up: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) of course!

Doll:... Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Bee: Σ(• ▽ •;)

Blood: oh my... (；^ω^）

Sea: Σ(¬︿¬)

Others soon approach Reaper and wipes his tears and try to comfort him and laugh his sadness away, but the moment they appear his emotion that bother him is gone and his just happy to see them approach him without him trying to stay on top of the floor of the group like he always do to not felt left out before.

When they ask what's making him cry he told them the truth they all look at him like his a dumb ass( more like it's doll) and sass him out about everyone is different and they are far different from what they are in canon. And being different make them original and unique. That they are not just that alternative but they are them. And each one of them are important like the other.

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[actualcoolbugfacts]

✨cool bug facts's✨

The Artipus floridanus, or the little leaf weevil! (Also called the little leaf notcher.)

They look like ༼ ◕ ◕ ༽

The anatomy of these glaucous insects!!!

They are one of the few weevils classified as a citrus root weevil, alongside the Diaprepes root weevil (Diaprepes abbreviatus), the blue-green citrus root weevil (Pachnaeus litus & Pachnaeus opalus), and the Fuller rose beetle (Asynonychus godmani). The males grow between 5 to 7 millimeters long on average. The females can grow as long as 14 millimeters.

The larvae are around 9.5 millimeters long. The males are smaller than the females, which is uncommon for beetles, but common for weevils and most other insects. They are the only species in the genus Artipus found in the continental U.S., but they're limited to Florida. They have longer and narrower elytra than other citrus weevil species. While most citrus weevils have small hairs behind their eyes, the little leaf notcher does not. They have purple splotches all throughout their body.

Diet.

They eat, somehow among other things, citruses, oranges, grapefruit, lime, peanut, avocado, mango, lima bean, Surinam cherry, and collards. They eat the leaves off of citrus trees (Which can cause leaf injury). The males don't eat as much as females, and cause far less damage. The larvae eat the roots of citrus trees, causing the trees to become predisposed to Phytophthora spp, which is a root rot pathogen, making the trees rot without any visible cause. This pathogen might also cause sudden death in trees.

Behavior.

The females lay around 1,220 eggs in their lifetime, and only lay them under dark or dim lighting conditions.

Similarly, they prefer to eat under darker lighting conditions. The adults will only emerge April through July, and then take a break for a few months, emerging once again in October through November.

Habitat.

They live in Florida and the Caribbean area, particularly the Bahamas, and the American Virgin islands.

Their host plants are the lantana, sea grape, bottlebrush, rose, hibiscus, Australian pine, azalea, and sea oats. The larvae build small chambers in their excrement where they pupate for 14 to 20 days. The adults will only emerge depending on the temperature and precipitation. They usually prefer hotter temperatures and low precipitation.

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Wine Tasting in Paradise: Exploring Miami's Tropical Wine Culture

Welcome to Miami, where tropical paradise meets the enchanting world of wine! While this vibrant city is known f or its stunning beaches and bustling nightlife, there's another hidden gem waiting to be discovered: Miami's unique and thriving wine culture. From lush vineyards to tantalizing tastings, this sunny destination offers a delightful twist on traditional wine experiences. So grab your glass and join us as we embark on a journey through Miami's tropical wine scene. Prepare to be captivated by the history, intrigued by the varietals, and inspired by the exquisite food pairings that make this city a true haven for wine lovers. Get ready to sip your way through paradise!

Discover Miami's unique tropical wine scene

Wine Shop in Miami is like no other, blending the tropical charm of the city with the sophistication of wine culture. This unique fusion creates an atmosphere that is both vibrant and laid-back, making it a truly one-of-a-kind experience for wine enthusiasts.

What sets Miami apart from other wine destinations is its year-round sunny weather. The warm climate and ocean breezes create ideal conditions for growing grapes, resulting in wines with distinct flavors and characteristics. As you explore Miami's wineries and vineyards, you'll be surrounded by lush greenery and swaying palm trees, adding to the enchanting ambiance.

But it's not just about the picturesque surroundings; Miami's wine culture also embraces diversity. Here, you'll find a wide range of varietals from all over the world, as well as unique local wines that reflect the vibrant spirit of this multicultural city.

Whether you're a seasoned connoisseur or just starting your journey into the world of Wine Shop in Miami offers something for everyone. From intimate tastings at boutique wineries to lively events where you can mingle with fellow enthusiasts, there are plenty of opportunities to indulge in delicious vintages while immersing yourself in this tropical paradise.

So pack your bags (and your corkscrew) because Miami awaits! Get ready to discover a whole new side to this vibrant city as we dive deep into its captivating tropical wine scene. Cheers to new adventures!

History: The roots of Miami's wine culture

Miami's vibrant wine culture is deeply rooted in the city's fascinating history. While it may be surprising to some, Miami has a long-standing relationship with winemaking that dates back several centuries. The region's warm climate and fertile soil create the perfect conditions for cultivating grapes and producing exceptional wines.

The origins of Miami's wine culture can be traced back to early Spanish settlers who recognized the potential for grape cultivation in this tropical paradise. These pioneers planted vineyards along the shores of Biscayne Bay, laying the foundation for what would become a thriving industry.

Over time, immigrants from various European countries brought their winemaking traditions to Miami, further enriching its wine culture. Italian, French, and Cuban influences have all contributed to the diverse range of wines produced in this vibrant city.

Today, Miami boasts several lush vineyards where visitors can immerse themselves in the world of winemaking. These picturesque estates offer guided tours and tastings that provide insight into both traditional and modern winemaking techniques.

Exploring these vineyards is not only an opportunity to sample delicious wines but also a chance to learn about Miami's unique terroir – a combination of soil composition, weather patterns, and other environmental factors that give local wines their distinct flavors.

Whether you're a seasoned oenophile or simply curious about discovering new tastes, embarking on a wine tour through Miami's verdant landscapes will undoubtedly leave you with unforgettable memories (and perhaps a few bottles)!

So next time you find yourself in this sunny paradise by the sea, make sure to carve out some time to explore Miami's rich wine heritage—the perfect way to indulge your senses while soaking up all that this enchanting city has to offer.

Vineyards: Exploring the lush wineries in Miami

Vineyards: Exploring the lush wineries in Miami

Miami may be known for its beaches and vibrant nightlife, but hidden among the palm trees and ocean breeze are some unexpected gems – lush vineyards producing exquisite wines. Yes, you heard it right! Miami is home to a thriving wine culture that combines tropical vibes with world-class winemaking.

As you venture into these verdant vineyards, prepare to be mesmerized by the stunning landscapes that transport you to a different world. From sprawling estates nestled amidst towering palms to boutique wineries tucked away in urban settings, Miami offers a diverse range of wine experiences.

One such vineyard is located on the outskirts of town and boasts acres of grapevines basking under the Florida sun. As you stroll through the rows of vines, take in their beauty and soak up the intoxicating aroma that fills the air. It's like stepping into your own private paradise.

Another must-visit destination is a family-owned winery specializing in unique varietals grown specifically for Miami's climate. Here, they have perfected their craft over generations, using innovative techniques to produce wines bursting with flavor and character. Don't miss out on tasting their signature blend – it's truly one-of-a-kind!

If you're looking for an immersive experience, consider joining a guided tour that takes you behind-the-scenes of these fascinating wineries. Learn about their rich history while sipping on award-winning wines made from locally sourced grapes. The knowledgeable guides will share stories about each vintage as you sample different blends – an educational journey for both novice and seasoned oenophiles alike.

Immerse yourself in this tropical wine culture by sampling some of Miami's unique varietals - from crisp whites infused with hints of citrus fruits to robust reds boasting notes of dark berries and spices. These locally produced wines reflect not only the region's terroir but also showcase its vibrant spirit.

To enhance your wine tasting experience, be sure to indulge in some delectable food pair

Wine Tours: A taste of paradise

Wine Tours: A taste of paradise

Embarking on a wine tour in Miami is like stepping into a tropical paradise for wine lovers. With its stunning landscapes and vibrant culture, this city offers an unforgettable experience for those seeking to explore the world of wine.

As you venture through the lush vineyards and picturesque wineries, you'll be captivated by the beauty that surrounds you. The warm breeze gently caresses your skin as you sip on exquisite wines crafted with passion and expertise. Each tasting presents a new adventure, revealing unique flavors that dance on your palate.

Miami's wine tours offer more than just tastings; they provide an opportunity to learn about the winemaking process from knowledgeable guides who are passionate about their craft. From vine to bottle, every step is carefully explained, giving you insight into the artistry behind each glass.

What sets Miami's wine tours apart is their fusion of tropical influences with traditional winemaking techniques. Here, you'll find varietals infused with exotic fruits like mangoes or guavas, creating a truly one-of-a-kind taste sensation.

Indulging in these local creations not only delights your senses but also deepens your appreciation for Miami's diverse culinary scene. From seafood pairings to bold Latin-inspired dishes, there is no shortage of delicious options to enhance your wine tasting experience.

So why wait? Embark on a wine tour in Miami and immerse yourself in this vibrant tropical oasis where every sip brings you closer to paradise. Discover new flavors, meet fellow enthusiasts, and create lasting memories surrounded by breathtaking scenery - it truly is an experience like no other!

Local Varietals: Unique wines you must try

Local Varietals: Unique wines you must try

Miami's tropical climate creates the perfect conditions for cultivating unique and flavorful wines. While many may not associate Miami with winemaking, the region boasts a plethora of local varietals that are worth exploring. From vibrant whites to robust reds, these unique wines offer a taste of paradise like no other.

One standout varietal is the Avocado Wine, made from locally grown avocados. This crisp and refreshing white wine has subtle notes of citrus and tropical fruits, making it a perfect choice for sipping by the beach or poolside. Another must-try is the Mango Wine, crafted from ripe mangoes indigenous to South Florida. With its sweet aroma and tropical flavors, this wine pairs well with spicy seafood dishes or simply enjoyed on its own.

For those who prefer reds, the Dragon Fruit Wine is an absolute delight. Made from the vibrant pink fruit found in abundance throughout Miami's farmers' markets, this wine offers a combination of tartness and sweetness that will surely tantalize your taste buds.

When visiting Miami's wineries or local vineyards, be sure to sample some of these unique varietals alongside more traditional options such as Chardonnay or Cabernet Sauvignon. It's an opportunity to broaden your horizons and experience something truly different in the world of wine.

Whether you're a connoisseur or just starting out on your wine journey, exploring Miami's local varietals will open up new possibilities and showcase the diversity within this hidden gem of a city. So raise your glass and toast to Miami's tropical wine culture – it's an adventure waiting to be savored!

Food Pairings: Enhancing your wine tasting experience

Food Pairings: Enhancing your Wine Tasting Experience

When it comes to wine tasting, the experience is not complete without the perfect food pairing. In Miami's tropical wine culture, finding the right combination of flavors can truly elevate your tasting experience.

Start with a crisp Sauvignon Blanc and pair it with fresh seafood like ceviche or grilled shrimp. The bright acidity of the wine complements the delicate flavors, creating a harmonious balance on your palate.

If you're sipping on a bold red like Cabernet Sauvignon or Malbec, try pairing it with rich meats such as steak or lamb chops. The tannins in these wines are softened by the proteins in meat, resulting in a luscious mouthfeel and intensified flavors.

For those enjoying a fruity rosé or sparkling wine, opt for light bites like bruschetta or goat cheese crostini. These refreshing wines enhance the freshness of herbs and tangy cheeses, creating an explosion of flavors that dance across your taste buds.

Don't forget about dessert! Indulge in sweet treats like chocolate mousse cake or crème brûlée while savoring a velvety Port or late-harvest Riesling. The richness of these wines complements the decadence of desserts, leaving you with an unforgettable finale to your wine journey.

In Miami's tropical paradise, exploring unique food pairings allows you to fully appreciate the diverse range of flavors that both local and international varietals have to offer. So go ahead and embark on this culinary adventure – trust me when I say that every sip will be worth it!

Conclusion: Uncovering the hidden gem of Miami's wine culture

Miami's wine culture is truly a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. With its unique blend of tropical vibes and sophisticated tastes, it offers a one-of-a-kind experience for wine enthusiasts.

From the roots of Miami's wine culture to exploring lush vineyards, there is so much to uncover. The history behind Miami's love affair with wine adds depth and richness to every sip. It intertwines with the city's vibrant past and creates an intriguing narrative that you can taste in every glass.

The wineries in Miami are like little pockets of paradise nestled amidst the bustling cityscape. Surrounded by lush greenery and swaying palm trees, these vineyards offer a serene escape from the urban chaos. Exploring them allows you to connect with nature while indulging in delicious wines crafted right here in Miami.

Embarking on a wine tour is an absolute must-do when visiting this tropical paradise. Guided by knowledgeable experts, you'll get an insider's look into the world of winemaking and discover hidden gems along the way. Each tasting brings new flavors to your palate, further deepening your appreciation for Miami's unique wine scene.

One aspect that sets Miami apart from other wine regions is its local varietals. These wines embody the spirit of this vibrant city – bold, diverse, and full of character. From fruity whites bursting with tropical flavors to robust reds infused with hints of spice, each bottle tells a story as colorful as its surroundings.

To enhance your wine tasting experience even further, consider pairing these exquisite wines with delectable dishes inspired by Miami's multicultural cuisine. Whether it’s fresh seafood or flavorful Latin American fare, finding the perfect match will take your taste buds on a journey through different culinary traditions while complementing the complexities of each vintage.

In conclusion (oops!), exploring Miami's tropical wine culture reveals more than just great wines – it uncovers a whole new dimension to this dynamic city known for its beaches and nightlife. So, next time you find yourself in Miami, don't

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ELEMENTS OF TEYVAT. bold for what always applies, italic for ‘sometimes’ or ‘in certain verses’.

ANEMO

a sense of restlessness. a wish upon a dandelion seed. well-worn walking boots. the taste of sweet white wine. a bird’s wings outstretched in flight. unable to sit still for long. a notebook filled with poetry. seeking solitude to think. a tendency towards pushing oneself too hard for the sake of others. a scrapbook filled with photographs of places traveled to. happy whistling in the morning. a clear blue sky. the wind ruffling through your hair. the sleeplessness that comes from having too much and nothing to do all at once. the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. four-leaf clover. grapes ripening on the vine. a spinning compass. the tune of a song you have forgotten the words to long ago. hiding your pain behind a smile. our greatest duty is to others.

GEO

as solid and dependable as foundations of stone. wondering about those who walked this road before you. an unshakeable will. statues weathered by the passing of time. glimmering jewels. golden opulence. solemn memories. respecting tradition, yet not bound by it. oral legends passed down through families. the silence of a tomb. dusty old books. pleasantly fragrant tea. candles flickering at the altar. perfectly cut jade. the softness of expensive silk. hearth and home. stronger than you look. lilies blooming under the full moon. the smell of a hearty meal served by a loved one. a night at the opera. a story told over dinner amongst friends. ornate chopsticks. sunrise over distant peaks. those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

ELECTRO

a preference for familiar routine. sakura blossoms drifting on a gentle breeze. troubled thoughts, darkening clouds. fireworks bursting across the summer night’s sky. the sweetness of candy on the tongue. each day like the one before it. peacefully reading under a tree. a remarkable person thought strange by many. wits as sharp as a blade. afraid of what the future holds. crumbling like a castle of sand. a sudden growl of thunder to interrupt a previously pleasant afternoon. strict adherence to the rules of tradition. desperately trying to hold on to a fleeting dream. fearful of your own potential.an explosive temper. the calm before the storm. relentless in pursuit of your goals. absolute clarity of vision. turning of the hourglass. the only true ending is being forgotten.

DENDRO

wandering barefoot in the grass. hands cupped around fresh garden soil. a crown of wildflowers. sun-kissed skin. freckles like a constellation. grass-stained clothes. the background noise of chatter in a busy market. strong roots in unstable ground. the woods are lovely, dark and deep. the fresh scent of crushed medicinal herbs. often preferring plants to people. finding joy in causing a garden to bloom. always knowing things that others don’t. heart like an open book around those who matter. burdened by all that knowledge. advocating growth. trading in secrets. grieving the agony of the earth. green-fingered. a bath filled with flower petals. knows how to kill you with 20 different poisons. loves even the most ugly of blooms. full of childlike wonder. the flower that blooms in adversity. be less the innocent flower, and more the viper underneath it.

HYDRO

scent of the first spring rain. as swift and graceful as the river. a taste of salt: the sea or one’s own tears? moonlight on the surface of a lake. footprints laid out before you in the sand. hearing the waves when you hold a seashell to your ear. a singular cause that means everything. a torrent of grief that threatens to drag you under. shimmering fish-scales. small stones cast huge ripples. the courage it takes to do what is right. fate is a force more powerful than the will of gods or man. firm and resolute. the call of the tides. feeling always somehow inadequate. the sea is both a cradle and a tomb. a quiet pride in one’s accomplishments. a sense of justice that can’t be broken. intent on communication: even if you’re saying what they don’t want to hear. keeping your promises. always the first one to step forward. preferring night to day. starlight, star-bright.

PYRO

fist raised in protest. was studying the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. clash of steel upon steel. the sweat of one’s brow and the strength of one’s back. iron heart, iron will. black-ash sand. burning in righteous fury for past wrongs.blazing creativity. passion as hot as the unrelenting sun.light up the night. bloody knuckles. molten lava. the strong one for the sake of others. merry laughter. often misunderstood. loving and hating fiercely. the smoke of the forge. hammer and tongs. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. raising your voice where it counts. sunburned shoulders. fire-red hair. a drink between friends before the battle begins. relentless hope despite everything. anger forged in the fires of past trauma. never hide your light from others. loud, but kind. i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you.

CRYO

the crown weighs so heavy. softly falling snow. mountain peaks under a frosty twilight. a cold and cautious exterior to shield your broken heart. a feeling like you just don’t belong. desperately reaching out for love that never comes. a chill so deep it makes your bones ache. breath misting in the air. catching snowflakes on your tongue. it must never happen again. tear trails still frozen on your cheeks. the beauty of a snowflake. the snow queen was always your favourite fairy-tale. some things you just can’t speak about. cruelly crushed innocence. pushing others away, even though you really want to let them in. eerily echoing bells, slow as a funeral toll. empty halls once filled with laughter. a photograph hidden in a drawer. a rose wilting in a sudden snap frost.

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Comprehensive Whitefly Control Treatment: Dealing with Spiraling Whitefly Infestation

Spiraling whitefly, a sap-sucking bug, infests trees and produces a white, waxy substance. It will drop on the leaves and branches and make a real sticky mess. Unattractive black sooty molds on leaves or fronds will draw your further attention. You will either notice whiteflies or spiraling patterns at the bottom of the leaves of infected trees and plants.

Being the representative members of the Aleurodicus dispersus, they lay their eggs in spiral patterns. There are more than 30 species of Aleurodicus genus, damaging the landscape of San Diego, California. So, whitefly insect control and prevention are crucial to avoid significant tree and plant damage. But how do you get rid of whiteflies? Let’s find out all about whitefly infestation, how to identify the spread, and accurate treatment or insecticide to control whitefly insects.

Everything You Need To About Spiraling Whitefly Infestation

Spiraling whiteflies are an invasive species and native to California. The other species of whitefly apart from the spiraling whitefly include – Banded winged whitefly, giant whitefly, ficus whitefly, greenhouse whitefly, silver leaf whitefly, and more. In reality, there are over 1500 whitefly species in the world. But a few dozens are seen frequently in California. Spiraling whitefly, Ficus whitefly, and Bonday’s nesting whitefly are more popular.

Adult spiraling whitefly insects resemble tiny white moths. They are around 1/16 inch long. Hence, they are difficult to sight. However, they appear as a swarm in clouds or spirals around the foliage. Also, they are very sluggish in their movement and congregate on the underside of leaves. Talking about their appearance, they are triangular in shape with powdery white wings and short antennae. It breeds all year round in the warmer counties and cities of California. They are capable to attack Gumbo Limbo, Avacado, Sea Grape, Banana, Black Olives, Mangoes, Palms, Live Oaks, shrubs, and other plants. To date, they have attacked 250 tree species in California.

Spiraling whitefly will suck all the nutrients and supplements required for tree healthy growth. They will leave sticky material after feeding on the infected plants. Well, they are fast breeders and can multiply in no time. They take only 25 days to mature. So, once you welcome a few of them into your landscape, control and prevention of whiteflies are crucial. Thankfully, expert arborists can treat and prevent infestation.

Thus, you will notice wilting, stunted growth, early leaf drop, discoloration of leaves, and more. Let’s unveil symptoms of spiraling whitefly infection.

Ways To Identify The Infection Of Spiraling Whitefly

Whiteflies will suck the juices with needlelike mouthparts leading to stunted growth of infected plants and trees

They gravitate to the veins of leaves and feed on the nutrient in the leaf tissues. So, leaves will gradually turn yellow

As the infestation progresses, you will notice wilted leaves or early dropping of leaves.

It will reduce the yields of host plants

Due to sticky secretion called honeydew after feeding, leaves have an unexplainably waxy substance and sticky or shiny appearance

A black sooty mold covers the leaves, trunk, and anything surrounding it

The black tree trunk and anything beneath the tree

Yellow sticky traps

Tiny yellow or brown eggs on host plants

Once you control whitefly insects, the sooty mold and sticky, shiny substance will disappear automatically. So don’t delay to call professionals for accurate whitefly treatment for infected trees and plants.

How Do You Get Rid Of Spiraling Whiteflies?

Professionals offer a cohesive approach to controlling whitefly insects. Before offering tailored whitefly control insecticides to different host trees and plants, they will diagnose the root cause of these unwanted invasions and eliminate them. In the event of heavy infestation, DIY treatment will not work. So, act fast and connect with professionals for whitefly control insecticides and treatment.

However, professional treatments include trunk and soil injection having antibiotics, pest controls, or micronutrients. Foliar sprays can help to conquer spiraling whiteflies. Such sprays do wonders in case of heavy infestation. Also, they will make sure that precise treatment is offered based on tree species and the intensity of infection. So, there is no further harm to the infected and stressed trees. To promote healthy growth and vigor, tree health care specialists will provide ideal growing conditions for trees, plants, and shrubs.

Now, you know the symptoms to identify the attack of the spiraling whitefly and how you get rid of it. However, prevention is the key to keeping your trees and plants year-round. Walk through the expert tips for the prevention and control of spiraling whiteflies.

Tips To Prevent Spiraling Whitefly From Entering Your Yard Or Garden

Regular monitoring and assessment of tree health care can help overcome environmental stressors. It is more essential when you suspect infested area in your landscape.

Optimum soil disease treatment and tree nutrition to enhance the immune system. Provide nutrient-rich feeding and fertilizers with the help of an expert arborist. So, your trees stay strong and thriving. However, adding tons of compost, mulch, fertilizer, & other amendments will not be useful. In fact, excess nutrition will harm and damage trees.

Systematic insecticide and fungicide will also restrict the invasion of spiraling whiteflies. The treatment will be absorbed by the roots and transported to the trunk and leaves. If there is an outbreak of whiteflies, they will suck insecticide instead of juices and nutrition. Thus, you can eliminate infestation at an early stage. Application after every 6 months is preferable. So, your landscape stays protected from all unwanted invasions.

Takeaways

Spiraling whiteflies are invasive insects belonging to Aleurodicus genus. They have infested a wide range of tree and plant species in California, damaging their strength and vigor. Also, they stopped the growth of infected trees. Moreover, they will leave the sticky substance and black sooty mold after they feed on infected trees. When the cloud of whiteflies takes flight, they will shake an affected plant and tree. So, the control and prevention of whiteflies before they get mature is inevitable as they are fast breeders. Professional treatment and whitefly control insecticides can help to safeguard your landscape. To know more about whitefly infestation and treatment, get in touch with our certified tree doctors.

Original Source: Spiraling Whitefly Infestation: How to Get Rid of It

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maybe we could get back to growing grapes from seeds and sharing fruit?

our work in the Vineyard, upon the sacred garden (sacred ground of the heart & earth)

the beginning track of the 2023 EP Branches by Luke & Rosemary Skaggs

Slow Seasons

followed by the title track #3

Branches

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Scripture loves to use the metaphor of a vineyard to talk about God’s people. In various places throughout the Torah, the Psalms, and the Prophets, God is described as caring for his people as a gardener would:

You transplanted a vine from Egypt;

you drove out the nations and planted it.

You cleared the ground for it,

and it took root and filled the land.

The mountains were covered with its shade,

the mighty cedars with its branches.

Its branches reached as far as the Sea,

its shoots as far as the River.

(Ps 80:8-11)

God’s people use this imagery, too, speaking back to God their frustration with how the vineyard is being “cared for”, in lament.

Why have you broken down its walls

so that all who pass by pick its grapes?

Boars from the forest ravage it,

and insects from the fields feed on it.

Return to us, God Almighty!

Look down from heaven and see!

Watch over this vine,

the root your right hand has planted,

the son you have raised up for yourself.

(Ps 80:12-15)

Do you ever feel like this psalmist, with the things that are (or “should be”) green and growing in your life? Like maybe God isn’t doing the best job at “watching over” the thing God planted? Of course you *know* God knows what God’s doing, but something in you feels like its wilting at the lack of water, or being consumed by the lack of protection, or…?

It’s worth noticing these feelings, whatever we *know* to be true. It’s worth lamenting when vegetation that seemed so carefully planted is now languishing in some way. What are the situations that are coming to mind with this imagery, for you, today (vocation? relationship?)? Spend some time there today, telling God exactly what you are feeling about the state of the garden in you. Let your honest feelings come—because they are a piece of your reality, and it is only in reality that God can be with you (not some fantasy of how the garden WILL look, or how you pretend it looks now). Tell God your desires. Listen.

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And a reflective post by John Parsons:

We “sanctify” our hearts whenever we consciously focus on what is sacred, awesome, wonderful, and glorious about Reality, and in particular, on the Living God, oseh shamayim va'aretz (עשֵׂה שָׁמַיִם וָאָרֶץ), the Maker of Heaven and Earth, and the great salvation we have in Yeshua. In our Torah portion this week (i.e., Acharei Mot) we read: “You shall not do as they do (לא תַעֲשׂוּ) in the land of Egypt, where you lived, and you shall not do as they do in the land of Canaan, to which I am bringing you. You shall not walk in their statutes” (Lev. 18:3). In other words, we are not to follow the crowd, to appeal to the status quo, or to mimic the customs of the world because we are a visionary people who walk by faith in the Torah of the LORD (Psalm 119:1-3).

Being in a vital relationship with God means separating from the ordinary and mundane, leaving our “original homeland” behind us and crossing over to the realm of blessing. Abraham had to leave the land of his father before he could receive the promise; the Israelites had to trek far into the desert before they received the vision at Sinai, and we have to leave our old lives behind to partake of newness of life. There is a radical break from the past -- we are transformed, reborn, and made into new creations by the miracle of God (2 Cor. 5:17). “Being holy” therefore means coming alive and looking away from that which deadens our hearts (Col. 3:1-4). Behold, the LORD God of Israel makes all things new!

The call to be holy is radical and completely contrary to the world and its messages of conditional approval. Worldly culture flatters itself by making a pretense of true originality and genuine love. It imagines itself to be “cool,” unconventional, creative, sophisticated, artistic, and so on, but in truth it is trite, uninspired, and cloyingly tragic. To be truly original means encountering God in your daily experience, struggling through the day in faith, disregarding the clamor and demands of popular culture and its idolatry (i.e., fads, fashions, trends, etc.). God calls his people to come alive, to be new, and to experience abundant life; we are to treasure the unseen, the possible, and to keep faith in the healing good that will overwhelm all darkness. Now that’s radical; that’s original; that’s powerful.

Note the connection between worldliness and idolatry, since idolatry essentially involves trying to find your identity, your worth, your satisfaction, and your ultimate fulfillment in the realm of the transitory and the finite (i.e., the world) rather than in God.... We are (rightly) warned against the vices of "worldliness" and are admonished to abstain from popular culture and its spurious values, but note well that worldliness extends well beyond all this, since it concerns understanding the identity and nature of the person as a whole. The fruit of worldliness is the result of being rooted in this world rather than in God's kingdom. The various desires of the human heart - even the desire for "normal things" like personal happiness in this world - may be regarded as "worldly" if they are devoid of submission to God and His rule. Conversely, even Christian workers may be "worldly" if they base their identity in what they do rather than who they are in the Messiah...

We are “in” but not “of” the world; we are embedded within our culture to be salt and light, and that means we stay true to our vision and relationship with the LORD our God... We don't have to reinvent the wheel, however, since we learn from one another and especially from the testimony of our holy Scriptures, but nevertheless we must personally venture out and encounter God within our own hearts, trusting in his love for our everlasting healing. B'chol dor va'dor: in each generation an individual should look upon himself or herself as having been personally delivered from Egypt. To be efficacious, the message of the Passover Lamb must be personally received by the heart of faith.

Renew the affirmation of faith and know who you are: "If then you have been raised with Messiah, seek the things that are above (τὰ ἄνω ζητεῖτε), where the Messiah is seated at the right hand of God; focus your thoughts on the things above - not on things here on earth - for you have died, and your life has been hidden with Messiah in God. Then when the Messiah, who is your life, appears, you too will appear with him in glory" (Col. 3:1-4). Amen.

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Lev. 20:7 reading (with comments); 2 mins:

hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/lev20-7-jjp.mp3

Hebrew reading page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/lev20-7-lesson.pdf

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A personal note:

in a world where many want to be their own ‘god’ the Body as the Temple of the Spirit is here in the conservation of spiritual truth

At some point Love is going to restore the absolute True nature of everything on earth

the eternal King will return to rule, putting an end to the governments of men.

the wisdom of God is actual wealth, worth more than gold.

although gold & silver is tangible money, ancient and True and an honest store of value, yet then came along centralized currencies and governmental control over the economies of the world that have become debt-based, eroding in value, with a current shift that points to a cashless society, a digital economy and more governmental control.

the fallen ‘god’ of this world seeks worship but people are being used to bring this about. we see many forms of Anti-Christ things taking shape, being against the genesis design of our Creator. people will either align themselves with the flow of the world, or stand in faith and hope in Love.

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By Air, Land, or Sea, Tiny Microbes Transform Our World Excerpted and adapted with permission from Slime: A Natural History, by Susanne Wedlich. Published February 2023 by Melville House. All rights reserved. A haboob is a dust storm. It’s an Arabic word for a phenomenon that struck the American Midwest like a plague of biblical proportions just under a century ago. This storm was not the work of God’s chastising hand, though; it was the worst man-made environmental catastrophe the United States has ever seen. East of the Rocky Mountains, the Great Plains extend like wide corridors all the way from Mexico to Canada. The land is dry and naturally covered by a community of robust plant life—primarily prairie grasses—whose dense root networks stabilize the soil beneath. But then the humans came. The government knew the plains were not arable land and that, at best, only large farms with complex irrigation systems might be able to make a living there. Little family farms without adequate capital, however, would not be able to survive. Nevertheless, the land was advertised intensively into the 1930s and allocated to settlers free of charge as fertile land requiring little more than a “tickle” with the plow to unleash its productivity. The railways, needing to pay off their newly laid network of tracks, joined in the propaganda for the “Nile of the New World.” In the decades to come, around a third of the Great Plains would be transformed into green grassland and pastures, worked intensively with horse and plow, which disturbed the dense root network of the original plant life. As we now know, essential biological glues were lost. Another of the government’s promises was that the rains would follow the plow, but what actually followed was, in essence, the apocalypse. The exposed earth grew drier and hotter, losing its stability, and became subject to droughts and erosion. This was followed by a rare weather phenomenon, reversing the jet stream which usually carried clouds and rain towards the Midwest. Now the rains stayed away, the harvests withered and vast clouds of dust loomed like a black rock face, kilometers high. In 1933 alone there were more than 50 haboobs, which swept across the landscape. Images from this period show houses and farms submerged as if beneath a gray flood, waves of dust and earth washing as high as their roofs. Contemporary witnesses spoke of fine grains grating against the skin like sandpaper, blinding people, suffocating cattle and leaving children sick with the “brown plague,” a type of pneumonia caused by dust, as described by Timothy Egan in his award-winning book The Worst Hard Time. There was no escape. In the evenings, families sealed their windows and doors with damp towels, yet they would still find themselves shoveling dust out of their homes and cottages come morning. The dust in the air muffled the voices of crowing cockerels and the sun hung blood-red in the sky. By afternoon it would be dark again, and anyone out and about in the dense haze would tie a rope around their middle so as to be able to find their way back. The dust was carried from the Great Plains as far as Chicago, and all the way to the Capitol in Washington, D.C. It left a brown coating even on ships at sea. April 14, 1935, “Black Sunday,” brought the mother of all haboobs, during which, according to Egan, twice the amount of dust went swirling across the country in a single afternoon as had been dug up over seven years to build the Panama Canal. For most farmers, there was no longer a possibility of making a living in the Midwest. The photographer Dorothea Lange became famous for her portraits of careworn and gaunt migrants and their rag-clad children making their way westwards. Like the Joad family in Steinbeck’s masterpiece The Grapes of Wrath, they were following another empty promise, that there would be work in the big cities of California and elsewhere, a promise thwarted by the global economic crisis which shook the 1930s. Those who stayed behind had little more luck, as the meager harvests were destroyed by devastating blights and, in any case, the land did not recover from the destruction it had suffered. The consequences are not always so catastrophic when dry soil loses its stability and is exposed to erosion. But even little changes can jeopardize our food supply if they occur on a sufficiently vast scale: if, for example, entire areas of land are exposed to higher temperatures and lower levels of precipitation due to climate change. Most at risk here are the biological soil crusts, ecological communities often unseen or mere millimeters tall which cover the ground in deserts and dry regions, but are also capable of growing on and underneath stones. Where and whether they form depends on precipitation, temperature, and the agricultural use of the land. They are particularly prevalent in deserts, as well as steppes and savannas, especially in southern Africa, Australia, and Asia, and in the American Southwest. They are seldom found in temperate zones, such as those in Central Europe, where vascular plants like shrubs and trees completely cover the ground. According to a study by the Max Planck Institute for Chemistry in Mainz, led by Bettina Weber, biological soil crusts cover up to 12 percent of Earth’s surface, corresponding to 40 percent of actual land mass. Biological soil crusts are Earth’s living skin, a protective barrier. Yet they also accumulate and transform nutrients and play a key role in larger biogeochemical processes, such as the global nitrogen and carbon cycles. “Earth’s crusts are dry, hard, and, well, crusty,” says Weber, “but there’s also a certain sliminess.” Cyanobacteria are pioneers of soil crusts, setting things in motion by secreting exopolymers which will build a slimy matrix. It’s sticky enough to glue particles in the soil together, protecting it from erosion. This hydrogel also binds and stores the small amount of water that is present—for example, after rain—before it evaporates or trickles away. Biological soil crusts are complex ecological communities which science categorizes according to their developmental stages. Cyanobacteria are the vanguard, paving the way for other microbes like bacteria, as well as archaea or fungi, which join the young community, doing their part by breaking down organic matter. These might be followed by lichen and mosses, possibly even by worms, slugs, snails, or springtails, and other arthropods as well. It can take years or even decades for a soil crust to become this diverse, potentially boasting many hundreds of different species. However, there are differences between these communities in the crust, not only in regard to the level of maturity they achieve over time, but spatially too: Soil crusts are separated into layers. Strongly pigmented fungi and all photosynthesizing organisms, such as cyanobacteria, generally colonize the top layer because they require and can tolerate UV radiation, while shadier characters live lower down in the ecosystem. They must all be able to survive long periods of drought. Specialists in this area include, for example, the tardigrade, which can enter a state of dormancy before quickly reactivating as soon as water is available. These days, however, biological soil crusts are under threat. According to Weber’s calculations, up to a quarter of this protective coating could soon disappear. Climate change is as much a factor as population growth, which requires the expansion of arable land to include dry and previously unused strips, hitherto covered by biological soil crusts. This development could have consequences across the globe, affecting the nitrogen cycle, among other things. Nitrogen is present in the ground and the atmosphere but cannot be taken up directly by plants. Plants rely on soil microbes which fix nitrogen, making it available for plants to use. Weber has calculated that as much as half of this essential service may be provided by soil crusts. Disturbances to the structure would hit many ecosystems in nutrient-poor regions particularly hard. But the loss of the soil crusts would also expose the ground to intensified erosion by water and wind, enriching the atmosphere with the tiniest of particles. It doesn’t need another dust bowl like that of the Great Plains in the 1930s to pose a risk to human health, and not just for people with allergies and hay fever. The notion of miasmas transmitting fatal infections such as malaria (from mal aria, bad air) has been put to bed. Yet the air around us is filled with microbes, pollen, and other particles which have the potential to cause us harm. The great microbiologist Louis Pasteur was the first to prove that open wounds could be infected with germs from the air. In a sense, this made him the founder of aerobiology, a discipline which witnessed its first and—to date—last golden age in the 1930s, when farmers in the Midwest were facing a global financial crisis, devastating haboobs, and plant pathogens thrown in for good measure. Fred C. Meier of the U.S. Department of Agriculture happened to be the right person in the right place at the right time. A tremendously charismatic man with a pilot’s license, he hoped to discover how the deadly rust fungus—or its spores—was spreading, and to what extent weather and the atmosphere were contributing factors. To this end he recruited American aviation’s shining stars, including Amelia Earhart. She was joined in her aerobiological efforts by a celebrity couple, the Lindberghs. Charles Lindbergh’s pioneering flight across the Atlantic overshadowed his wife’s success somewhat, though Anne Lindbergh was one of the first female pilots in the U.S. and steered the plane on their joint flights as well. In 1933, the couple flew from the U.S., over Greenland, and as far as Denmark. As discussed with Meier beforehand, they used “sky hooks” as airborne traps. Charles had constructed them himself out of a metal cylinder containing oily, sticky glass slides which would catch solid particles in the air. In fact, a kilometer above Greenland they found spores of exactly the same rust and other fungi that were growing on the ground thousands of miles away, causing vast agricultural damage. The findings were clear: These spores were nomads that traveled by air, high up in the planet’s atmosphere. And they were not alone: The Lindberghs also collected grains of pollen, fragments of fungal mycelium, single-celled algae like diatoms, insect wings, volcanic ash, and glass particles in their sealed traps. Like the microbes of the deep biosphere in Earth’s crust, other bacteria and spores define the limits of life high beyond the clouds. The living inhabitants of the air, which drift with the wind and cannot fly themselves, are sometimes referred to as aeroplankton, inspired by the ecological communities which float through the oceans. We already know, to some extent, where these airborne microbes come from, or at least where their journey begins. They can find their way from the ocean into the atmosphere when air bubbles rise through the water and burst at its gel-like surface, which is densely populated by microbes. Even the leaves of plants can be a starting point for propelling matter into the air. Many pathogens that affect humans are transmitted via the air we breathe, or via coughs and sneezes, as the coronavirus pandemic has taught us all too well. This is known as droplet transmission. Lydia Bourouiba at MIT demonstrated that plants spread pathogens in a similar way, with fungi, for example, traveling via spattering droplets of rain. They cover themselves in a slimy coat of mucilage, which protects them and prevents them from being carried high up into the air on the wind. If a raindrop strikes an affected leaf, the water splashes off, carrying the pathogen with it, maybe to its next host. Pseudomonas syringae is an economically devastating pathogen, infecting hundreds of plant species, which also specializes in life in the air. This bacterium is present across the world, including in water, but can also survive for several days in the atmosphere, where it is thought to live on fragments of plant matter swept up into the air. Spanish researchers have shown that microbes can travel ensconced in atmospheric dust, even between continents. Their vehicles of choice are iberulites: dust particles made from different minerals that reach considerable size and are glued together by bacterial slime. These kinds of aggregates from mineral and biological components occur all over the world. The ones that were studied in detail this time were found in the city of Granada but held dust grains and microbes from the Sahara. In the atmosphere they had been caught in a water droplet as a bioaerosol and had then taken on the characteristic shape of iberulites, a little like a dented cannonball. Some strains of P. syringae, however, produce a protein that causes water to freeze at unusually high temperatures. Like other microbes and particles, this bacterium acts as a crystallization point for ice formation. One hypothesis is that P. syringae may be able to return to the ground inside a self-made hailstone or snowflake when conditions at altitude become too uncomfortable. Thanks to its freezing proteins, a harmless version of the pathogen is also used to make artificial snow. A harmless version of the pathogen is also used to make artificial snow. Soils, and especially their biological crusts, are closely tied to aeroplankton, too. And they’re equally threatened by disruption through climate change. The expansion of agriculture is another danger, and even smaller damage can have lasting effects. Shoes, hooves, and tires are capable of destroying these fragile biocrusts, which may take decades to regenerate—if they ever get a chance. To lose them would mean losing what were probably evolution’s first ecological communities. Not only do they occur on all continents and in all climatic zones, but they were probably the first ecosystems to venture onto dry land, forming along the edges of bodies of water before moving further inland. They still play a vital role in shaping the habitat of many other organisms, by fixing nitrogen and binding carbon dioxide from the atmosphere. They are also important for weathering processes, breaking down mineral underlayers. Since the cyanobacterias’ slimy matrix stores the little water there is, the soil-crust community and higher plants benefit, even on grazing land. Sometimes, however, less is more. The Atacama Desert in Chile is one of the driest places on Earth. Very few bacteria, algae, fungi, and lichen are able to survive here, in the soil crusts or as part of the soil microbiota. When the first rainstorms for decades made their way across this region in 2017—a consequence of climate change—it seemed that the born survivors which inhabit this area would finally be granted a well-deserved embarrassment of liquid riches. In fact, the episode culminated in a microbial massacre as the unprecedented excess of water caused the organisms to burst. Of the microbes which normally occur in and on top of the soil in Atacama, only a handful of species survived. https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/aeroplankton-soil-crust-microbes

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10 Healthy Ways to Add Ginger to Your Diet

Ginger is the root or rhizome of the Zingiber officinale plant. It originated in Asia and has spread throughout the warmer parts of the world. The root is chunky like a tuber, and has a thin, light brown skin and a beige flesh on the inside.

Ginger is available year round in most grocery stores, and can be purchased fresh, in powder, or in crystallized form. Fresh is always best, as it still contains higher amounts of gingerols and shogaols, which are the volatile oils that give the ginger its rich spicy flavor. In addition these oils are powerful antioxidants which help to remove toxins and reduce inflammation.

Adding pineapple ginger juice to your diet is very easy, as ginger is known to add zest to just about any meal, whether raw or cooked.

Salad Dressings

Juice the ginger and mix with olive oil, lemon juice and sea salt and drizzle over all of your favorite vegetable and garden salads. To obtain the juice from the ginger, simply grate and use a cheese cloth to press the juice from the fiber.

Marinades

Marinades can be used with just about any baked, steamed or barbecued dish. To make the marinade simply mix your favorite ingredients such as grated ginger, minced garlic, cilantro, shallots, lime or lemon juice, your favorite fruit juice such as apple, orange, pineapple or grape, as well as your favorite oil, and sea salt and pepper to taste. To sweeten the marinade you can add honey or agave nectar.

Vegetables

Coat your vegetables such as potatoes, carrots and onions with olive oil and sprinkle with grated ginger and minced garlic before baking. Not only will the spices enhance the flavor of your vegetables, but the rich aroma will fill the house as well.

Fruit Salads

Ginger juice goes well when drizzled over fresh fruits such as pineapples, mangoes, oranges, peaches and pears.

Fresh Juice

If you enjoy making your own freshly squeezed fruit juices, then you will love the zing that ginger can add to it. It goes great with pineapple, mango, orange, grapefruit, grape, pear and banana juices.

Ginger Tea

Ginger tea is one of my favorite ways to enjoy the aromatic spicy taste of ginger. Simply grate the ginger and steep for about 10 minutes. Then add in some cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and agave nectar, and sit back and relax as you sip your tea.

Lemonade

If you prefer a cool drink then you will enjoy ginger lemonade to help cool you down on a hot summer day. Grate your ginger and steep in 1/2 cup of hot water for about 10 minutes. Drain and allow the ginger water to cool for about 30 minutes. Add more water and ice along with fresh lemon and honey. Enjoy!

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ELEMENTS OF TEYVAT.

bold for what always applies, italic for ‘sometimes’ or ‘in certain verses’.

ANEMO

a sense of restlessness.a wish upon a dandelion seed. well-worn walking boots. the taste of sweet white wine. a bird’s wings outstretched in flight.unable to sit still for long. a notebook filled with poetry. seeking solitude to think. a tendency towards pushing oneself too hard for the sake of others.a scrapbook filled with photographs of places travelled to. happy whistling in the morning. a clear blue sky. the wind ruffling through your hair. the sleeplessness that comes from having too much and nothing to do all at once. the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. four-leaf clover. grapes ripening on the vine. a spinning compass. the tune of a song you have forgotten the words to long ago. hiding your pain behind a smile.our greatest duty is to others.

GEO

as solid and dependable as foundations of stone. wondering about those who walked this road before you. an unshakeable will. statues weathered by the passing of time. glimmering jewels. golden opulence. solemn memories. respecting tradition, yet not bound by it. oral legends passed down through families. the silence of a tomb. dusty old books. pleasantly fragrant tea. candles flickering at the altar. perfectly cut jade. the softness of expensive silk.hearth and home. stronger than you look. lilies blooming under the full moon. the smell of a hearty meal served by a loved one. a night at the opera. a story told over dinner amongst friends. ornate chopsticks. sunrise over distant peaks. those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

ELECTRO

a preference for familiar routine. sakura blossoms drifting on a gentle breeze. troubled thoughts, darkening clouds. fireworks bursting across the summer night’s sky. the sweetness of candy on the tongue. each day like the one before it. peacefully reading under a tree. a remarkable person thought strange by many.wits as sharp as a blade. afraid of what the future holds. crumbling like a castle of sand. a sudden growl of thunder to interrupt a previously pleasant afternoon. strict adherence to the rules of tradition. desperately trying to hold on to a fleeting dream. fearful of your own potential. an explosive temper. the calm before the storm. relentless in pursuit of your goals. absolute clarity of vision. turning of the hourglass. the only true ending is being forgotten.

DENDRO

wandering barefoot in the grass. hands cupped around fresh garden soil. a crown of wildflowers. sun-kissed skin. freckles like a constellation. grass-stained clothes. the background noise of chatter in a busy market.strong roots in unstable ground.the woods are lovely, dark and deep. the fresh scent of crushed medicinal herbs. often preferring plants to people. finding joy in causing a garden to bloom. always knowing things that others don’t.heart like an open book around those who matter. burdened by all that knowledge.advocating growth. trading in secrets. grieving the agony of the earth. green-fingered. a bath filled with flower petals. knows how to kill you with 20 different poisons.loves even the most ugly of blooms. full of childlike wonder. the flower that blooms in adversity. be less the innocent flower, and more the viper underneath it.

HYDRO

scent of the first spring rain. as swift and graceful as the river. a taste of salt: the sea or one’s own tears? moonlight on the surface of a lake.footprints laid out before you in the sand. hearing the waves when you hold a seashell to your ear. a singular cause that means everything.a torrent of grief that threatens to drag you under.shimmering fish-scales. small stones cast huge ripples.the courage it takes to do what is right.fate is a force more powerful than the will of gods or man.firm and resolute. the call of the tides. feeling always somehow inadequate. the sea is both a cradle and a tomb. a quiet pride in one’s accomplishments. a sense of justice that can’t be broken.intent on communication: even if you’re saying what they don’t want to hear. keeping your promises.always the first one to step forward. preferring night to day.starlight, star-bright.

PYRO

fist raised in protest. was studying the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. clash of steel upon steel. the sweat of one’s brow and the strength of one’s back.iron heart, iron will. black-ash sand. burning in righteous fury for past wrongs.blazing creativity.passion as hot as the unrelenting sun.light up the night. bloody knuckles. molten lava. the strong one for the sake of others.merry laughter.often misunderstood. loving and hating fiercely. the smoke of the forge. hammer and tongs. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. raising your voice where it counts. sunburned shoulders. fire-red hair.a drink between friends before the battle begins. relentless hope despite everything.anger forged in the fires of past trauma.never hide your light from others.loud, but kind.i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you.

CRYO

the crown weighs so heavy. softly falling snow. mountain peaks under a frosty twilight. a cold and cautious exterior to shield your broken heart.a feeling like you just don’t belong. desperately reaching out for love that never comes. a chill so deep it makes your bones ache. breath misting in the air. catching snowflakes on your tongue. it must never happen again. tear trails still frozen on your cheeks. the beauty of a snowflake. the snow queen was always your favourite fairy-tale. some things you just can’t speak about. cruelly crushed innocence. pushing others away, even though you really want to let them in. eerily echoing bells, slow as a funeral toll. empty halls once filled with laughter. a photograph hidden in a drawer. a rose wilting in a sudden snap frost.

[lonestarterri]

Himalayan monal pheasant sound

Himalayan monal pheasant sound skin#

The way the Himalayan monal feeds is very characteristic: it digs a hole with its feet and draws the earth with its shaped shovel beak, its excavation is deep until it finds its food. Edible mushrooms, wild strawberries, Corinth grapes and feet ferns are also cited as local resources. In winter, we see it in the fields of wheat and barley in the gullies. They also like the roots, the larvae, leaves, shrubs and young shoots of grass and acorns, seeds and berries. They feed on insects and tubers, key elements of their diet and can vary significantly by region. The chicks are fed mainly on small invertebrates during the first weeks and their growth is fast enough. Incubation usually lasts 28 days, in captivity females undertake re-nest in the event of failure of the first brood. It happens that the male takes no part in egg incubation and education of chicks. In nature, the female lays four or five eggs. The nest is a simple scrape frequently located under a bush, a rock or in the cavity of a large tree. Nests are placed in woodland, forests offering large trees but with undergrowth. Northeast of Afghanistan and Tibet, it spreads from April to July. In India, the nesting season lasts from late April to late June. During this time a male can stay with several females and their chicks. In winter, the companies of 20 to 30 individuals are in the oak forests. In autumn, females wander alone in the company of their chicks. The links in the band seem to weave in winter when the troops move on a limited territory. Despite the rigors of mountain climate, the Himalayan monal is sedentary. It is also seen in India and it undertakes an annual migration to lowland valleys. In the Himalayas, they live on the nearby slopes of the tree, in the valleys, planted birch. We find the Himalayan monal in Pakistan’s mountainous regions at an altitude of 2400 to 3600 meters. The male’s call is a sharp, shrill whistle.

Himalayan monal pheasant sound skin#

As the males, it has a blue bare skin area around the eyes. Their throat is white and the hoopoe is modest and unobtrusive. They have a whole brown speckled with black, white and buff stripes. The green head is surmounted by a crest of ten feathers with a length of 10 cm erected on the forehead. The green and purple back extended by brown and purple wings contrast with the black chest and underparts. The tail is cinnamon colored, rump is white, purple and green. In the male, nuptial plumage is decorated with beautiful green, purple, red and blue metallic sheen. Its size is about 72 cm and its weight is around 2500 g. The MGC is also indicative of the cultural and commercial linkages among the member countries of the MGC down the centuries.Also known as the impeyan monal, impeyan pheasant, this galliforms belongs to the family of Phasianidae.Both the Ganga and the Mekong are civilizational rivers, and the MGC initiative aims to facilitate closer contacts among the people inhabiting these two major river basins.Members six countries – India and five ASEAN countries, namely, Cambodia, Lao PDR, Myanmar, Thailand and Vietnam.It is thought to bring status to its wearer and is a symbol of authority crest feather was used to decorate men’s hats. human disturbance involving hydroelectric power development.India - Kashmir, Himachal Pradesh, Uttarakhand, Sikkim, and Arunachal Pradesh.Range - India, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Nepal, Tibet, and Bhutan, Burma.Himalayan monal is a high-altitude bird, remaining between 20 meters above sea level. prefer open, coniferous or mixed forests resplendent with rhododendron and bamboo. Himalayan monal (Impeyan monal, Impeyan pheasant) and Mekong-Ganga Cooperation (MGC) Himalayan monal (Impeyan monal, Impeyan pheasant) Least Concern (LC) IUCN.Schedule – I of wildlife (Protection) act, 1972 Habitat.Himalayan monal have a shrill whistle, sometimes described as curlew-like.Traditionally classified as monophyletic.National bird of Nepal, where it is known as the,.Himalayan monal (Impeyan monal, Impeyan pheasant) Himalayan monal (Impeyan monal, Impeyan pheasant) and Mekong-Ganga Cooperation (MGC)

[coruscantile]

ELEMENTS OF TEYVAT. bold for what always applies, italic for ‘sometimes’ or ‘in certain verses’.

ANEMO

a sense of restlessness. a wish upon a dandelion seed. well-worn walking boots. the taste of sweet white wine. a bird’s wings outstretched in flight. unable to sit still for long. a notebook filled with poetry. seeking solitude to think. a tendency towards pushing oneself too hard for the sake of others. a scrapbook filled with photographs of places traveled to. happy whistling in the morning. a clear blue sky. the wind ruffling through your hair. the sleeplessness that comes from having too much and nothing to do all at once. the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. four-leaf clover. grapes ripening on the vine. a spinning compass. the tune of a song you have forgotten the words to long ago. hiding your pain behind a smile. our greatest duty is to others.

GEO

as solid and dependable as foundations of stone. wondering about those who walked this road before you. an unshakeable will. statues weathered by the passing of time. glimmering jewels. golden opulence. solemn memories. respecting tradition, yet not bound by it. oral legends passed down through families. the silence of a tomb. dusty old books. pleasantly fragrant tea. candles flickering at the altar. perfectly cut jade. the softness of expensive silk. hearth and home. stronger than you look. lilies blooming under the full moon. the smell of a hearty meal served by a loved one. a night at the opera. a story told over dinner amongst friends. ornate chopsticks. sunrise over distant peaks. those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

ELECTRO

a preference for familiar routine. sakura blossoms drifting on a gentle breeze. troubled thoughts, darkening clouds. fireworks bursting across the summer night’s sky. the sweetness of candy on the tongue. each day like the one before it. peacefully reading under a tree. a remarkable person thought strange by many. wits as sharp as a blade. afraid of what the future holds. crumbling like a castle of sand. a sudden growl of thunder to interrupt a previously pleasant afternoon. strict adherence to the rules of tradition. desperately trying to hold on to a fleeting dream. fearful of your own potential. an explosive temper. the calm before the storm. relentless in pursuit of your goals. absolute clarity of vision. turning of the hourglass. the only true ending is being forgotten.

DENDRO

wandering barefoot in the grass. hands cupped around fresh garden soil. a crown of wildflowers. sun-kissed skin. freckles like a constellation. grass-stained clothes. the background noise of chatter in a busy market. strong roots in unstable ground. the woods are lovely, dark and deep. the fresh scent of crushed medicinal herbs. often preferring plants to people. finding joy in causing a garden to bloom. always knowing things that others don’t. heart like an open book around those who matter. burdened by all that knowledge. advocating growth. trading in secrets. grieving the agony of the earth. green-fingered. a bath filled with flower petals. knows how to kill you with 20 different poisons. loves even the most ugly of blooms. full of childlike wonder. the flower that blooms in adversity. be less the innocent flower, and more the viper underneath it.

HYDRO

scent of the first spring rain. as swift and graceful as the river. a taste of salt: the sea or one’s own tears? moonlight on the surface of a lake. footprints laid out before you in the sand. hearing the waves when you hold a seashell to your ear. a singular cause that means everything. a torrent of grief that threatens to drag you under. shimmering fish-scales. small stones cast huge ripples. the courage it takes to do what is right. fate is a force more powerful than the will of gods or man. firm and resolute. the call of the tides. feeling always somehow inadequate. the sea is both a cradle and a tomb. a quiet pride in one’s accomplishments. a sense of justice that can’t be broken. intent on communication: even if you’re saying what they don’t want to hear. keeping your promises. always the first one to step forward. preferring night to day. starlight, star-bright.

PYRO

fist raised in protest. was studying the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. clash of steel upon steel. the sweat of one’s brow and the strength of one’s back. iron heart, iron will. black-ash sand. burning in righteous fury for past wrongs. blazing creativity. passion as hot as the unrelenting sun. light up the night. bloody knuckles. molten lava. the strong one for the sake of others. merry laughter. often misunderstood. loving and hating fiercely. the smoke of the forge. hammer and tongs. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. raising your voice where it counts. sunburned shoulders. fire-red hair. a drink between friends before the battle begins. relentless hope despite everything. anger forged in the fires of past trauma. never hide your light from others. loud, but kind. i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you.

CRYO

the crown weighs so heavy. softly falling snow. mountain peaks under a frosty twilight. a cold and cautious exterior to shield your broken heart. a feeling like you just don’t belong. desperately reaching out for love that never comes. a chill so deep it makes your bones ache. breath misting in the air. catching snowflakes on your tongue. it must never happen again. tear trails still frozen on your cheeks. the beauty of a snowflake. the snow queen was always your favourite fairy-tale. some things you just can’t speak about. cruelly crushed innocence. pushing others away, even though you really want to let them in. eerily echoing bells, slow as a funeral toll. empty halls once filled with laughter. a photograph hidden in a drawer. a rose wilting in a sudden snap frost.

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