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highlordofkrypton · 5 months ago

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warmth // an elain x lucien smut one-shot

This was written as a response to @lainalit's request for a specific Elucien scenario 😉

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I've never written Elain before, and this fic turned out way more delicate than I expected! Hope you all enjoy it.

SUMMARY: Elain loves her husband, but as the emissary of the Spring Court, Lucien is always busy. She decides to set a time limit; he can work as long as he can resist her.

Read on AO3 or under the cut (tw: explicit content).

The earth feels cool on her long slender fingers; it feels like home. Old memories of their hovel drift into her mind as she pokes little burrows for the water to seep more deeply into the ground, and perhaps if she's lucky, wild little flowers will find a home to grow in.

Her work is purposeful, though humble. On one end of the garden, roses bloom, watching the centuries go by despite their creator's absence. She sings to them, and tells them stories of their son, the current High Lord of this magical, blossoming place.

"Your sprout is doing well," she whispers to the spirit of Tamlin's mother who has lived here for an eternity and a half. "But you already knew that."

The plot right beside the yellow flowers are a little hoard of alpine lotuses. They breathe with scent of crisp night, but their hearts are as bright as spring itself. Elain tends to them too; the flowers—they speak to each other. She may not be privy to their conversations, but they all seem to mirror one another.

Elain picks up her basket and adjusts her sunhat, moving from eternal flower to eternal flower. She knows each of them like old friends, some of whom their magic is familiar and others, a welcomed stranger into her life.

It was her idea to sow this garden; it was her mission to create a place of peace and safety for all those who wanted to protect what matters most to them. Faeries and humans alike would come here and plant their love, either a single grain of everything they have, or grand gestures of adoration. When Tamlin had told her to make herself at home, this was her only request. A place for all to love freely.

The High Lord had not only granted her wish, but he extended his protection over all which bloomed in his soils, no matter their origins.

Her first and last stop is always the bright orange emberflowers at the edge of her garden. When the breeze blows, their petals crackle like a warm fire on a cool summer's eve. Their song welcomes her as she approaches, and they sway at the sight of her smile��happy little children at the sight of their beloved mother.

"Hello, my darlings," she hums.

Their petals are soft, and she remembers only to touch the edges where the colour errs on the shades of fall. She had made the mistake of touching the bright ringlets of blue at their cores, and it had burned her terribly.

It was her mistake for thinking something so soft and comforting would be without its own edges. Lucien had told her their flowers hold the ferocity with which he would protect their love, but Elain knew that she would protect what they have twice as hard.

When every member of the garden has been cared for, Elain retreats to the Lord's manor. She skips past Alis and the gaggle of new handmaidens. She introduces herself briefly, quickly brushing her soiled hands across the white apron over her dress, before excusing herself. The basket of gardening tools is left on the first floor while she searches for her dutiful half, but not before washing her hands clean with lilac water.

Though she knows exactly where he is, Elain still makes a game out of it, wondering if she'll ever catch her husband in one of the many other rooms in the manor. Their room, though full of flowers and beloved paintings, is empty. The library is still a mess—a chaos that can only be attributed to guests enjoying the company of their home—but without its Lord Emissary.

She breezes through the long hallways, past the prim white walls and golden trims of intricate moldings. Her life on the other side of the wall had been years ago, and yet, she still cannot believe the opulence of a High Lord's home.

"Miss Elain, Miss Elain!" A tiny pixie buzzes beside her, crystaline wings fluttering wildly to keep up with Elain's long strides. "I did it! I did it!"

"I told you," Elain reprimands, voice light like a chime. "Elain is just fine." She holds her hands out to cup the little creature as it stands stark naked, hands on her little hips. "How did it go?"

"I told them! I told them that just because I was little, they couldn't push me around. It's not very springy of them," the pixie nods, her pointed tuft of hair bouncing with the movement. "And that the Lady of our Court would be very disappointed."

"And what did they say?"

"Um," the pixie gets shy. "Well, they said that Spring Court doesn't have a Lady, so I kicked them in the butt real hard."

Elain laughs. There are those who have yet to acclimate to her role in the Spring Court. Her husband, for all intents and purposes, is the Lord Emissary of Spring and in the absence of the Court's High Lord, the decisions fall to Lucien. She takes none of it to heart.

"I can't say I endorse the violence," Elain says firmly, but she looks around to see if anyone is around to eavesdrop. "Good job standing up for yourself." She smiles and presses a gentle kiss on the pixie's forehead. "I heard there's honey tarts in the kitchens. You should go reward yourself. Tell Aed that I, the not-Lady of the Court, sent you."

"Thank you, Miss Elain! I couldn't'a done it without you!"

The pixie flies off, excitedly doing loop-de-loops in the air, as Elain waves her goodbye.

Onwards towards my husband, Elain muses, a soft smile on her delicate features.

Five rhythmic knocks signal her arrival. Lucien lifts his head, and her heart flutters at the sight of him. Her spirits had been light already, but being with him makes her soul soar.

"My love," he greets smoothly.

"My dutiful emissary," she reprimands with a grin. "How long have you been here?"

Lucien sets his quill down, and waves away the other three that were scribbling away by the grace of his magic. "Not that long."

"Since the first crow of the cock, at least, and it is nearly noon." The grin that slithers on his face is made of mischief. Elain ignores the implications, skirting into the room. "When I married you, I thought I would have more of you."

"So did I, but our High Lord seems to have developed an aversion to paperwork. It's fatal, he says."

"Mhm, and that is why he is galavanting in Night Court?"

"He, and I quote, brought the honey — where else will he find the moon but in the Night Court?"

"Clever."

With a single finger (and his help), she coaxes his chair backwards. Elain climbs into her lap, and when he leans to press a kiss to her lips, she turns to focus on work. That is his preference, is it not? Instead, his kiss lands on the tops of her pointed ears.

"What's this?"

Elain's eyes dance across the page. It is a draft with words crossed out haphazardly and more scribbles above. She finds many things in the discarded—words of love and adoration, a plea for celebration, and a hundred other soft sentiments.

"You're still doing this?"

Lucien rests his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist securely as he reads along with her. "Mhm."

"Lucien," she breathes. "You don't need to."

He promised—he promised he would love her in every which way, including professing his love to her in the languages of the Seven Courts of Prythian. On their fingers, they wear the shadows of the Night Court, a promise to always hold one another. In their eyes, flickers of brown dot Lucien's russet, and vice versa for Elain—the magic of Dawn sealed their promise to always see one another through glamour, magic and the storm of emotions. Both Autumn and Spring bargains are sealed here in the garden, their very own fire contained in their eternal flowers.

In his newest letter, he entreats the Winter Court to allow them into their territory for the Midwinter Festival where the two of them can bring life to a snowmite through the magic of their bargain. High Lord Kallias is not his father, but since Amarantha's invasion, Lucien has always tread carefully with Winter.

"I do. I love you to the ends of this Earth and back."

"I know that, you foolish male. I don't need grand gestures."

"And yet, you will recieve them anyway," Lucien grins.

"Even at the cost of spending time with my husband?"

"I'm almost done, my darling."

Oh, this will not do. Even if Lucien says he's almost done, Elain knows that this is the lie that plagues him the most. She presses a gentle kiss to his lips. "Not good enough. Aed has prepared new recipes for us to try. The food will get cold."

She knows if she truly asked him to stop working, he would. There is nothing Lucien would deny her. Instead, an idea flutters into her mind. The kind of idea that brings a deep flush to her cheeks. Mother above, it's so unlike her, Elain doubts if she can execute it properly. She would ask her sisters were they here, but they too have taken to galavanting across Prythian now that the threat of death no longer looms above them. Not for years now.

How much is too much? She would ask them.

A few years ago, we had nothing. Nothing is too much, Feyre would surely say while grazing on a tamelon with her feet up on the ornate couch and her boots still on.

Who cares? Nesta would snap. Do what makes you happy, El. He's a male, he will be happy with whatever you give him.

It's true, Feyre would agree.

It's a wonder how things have changed—how three sisters who could not be more different are now in sync. Their family, once fractured, feels whole again.

"You will have a time limit."

Lucien's auburn brows perk. "Oh? And how much time will I have?"

"That depends," Elain says, getting up and adjusting her skirts. She feigns looking for something under her desk.

"On what? What are you looking for down there?" Rather than answer, she pulls his chair closer, effectively trapping her beneath the desk, between his legs. "Elain?"

Never in her years has she thought of doing something like this. She has always watched the others; how freely they express their adoration for their partners. Her shyness has always overwhelmed her. If not, the propriety he mother taught her always took precedence. Her duty as the wife of an emissary is to represent him well. What use is there for her to do such things?

Only one way to find out.

Arousal pools in her belly before she even begins, warmth settling between her legs. She bites her lip, fascinated by the magic of her own mind. She hasn't done anything, and yet her body knows.

Elain's slender fingers smooth over Lucien's thighs. Beneanth the tailored fabric, she can feel the strength of his lean muscles. His style has always been a choice, projecting elegance and flair, all while hiding the power beneath. (Power that she knows well.)

She kisses his knee, a loving gesture he has done to her time and time again—one that she is happy to reciprocate. Her touch wanders to his hips, and his ass without lingering too long.

"Elain." Lucien's voice is a shuddered breath. "What are you doing?"

"Entertaining myself while you finish your work."

"Elain," he outright moans, a single-word complaint.

A smile dances on her lips as her hand explores the blooming erection between his legs. Elain laughs softly, but its drowned out by Lucien's groan. He spreads himself as much as he can, trapped between the walls of the desk. He could shatter the desk, but that would defy the point of her game.

Button by button, Elain takes her sweet time in freeing her husband's cock from the confines of his tailored trousers. It springs free, tall, proud and glistening, even in the dim light under the desk. She takes it in his hand, stroking the soft skin and toying with the folds of his tip.

"Ah, ah, Elain."

He speaks her name like a prayer, like salvation wrapped up in a single sound. His hips rise, looking for more friction, and the attempt makes her pull back. She is in charge, not him. Lucien groans, sitting up properly. He sighs, and above her, the quills begin to scribble once more.

He's getting it, she hums to herself, amused.

Elain leans forward, kissing the root of his erection. Her warm breath curls over his skin. She presses her lips along its length until she reaches the top and tongues beneath the skin to taste the salty-sweet of his precome. She lingers there for a bit, listening to the heavy breaths of her husband as he reigns in his desire. Then, when she's satisfied, she trails back down towards his balls. Each one is taken whole in her mouth, sucked lovingly. She nips at the skin; she gets to enjoy him in a new way today, entirely at her own pace and without his distractions.

Her husband is an impatient man, and a giving man, which means that she cannot have him on display like this—which means that she has never had him at her mercy. He squirms when the cool air hits his saliva-slicked balls.

"Keep playing with them," he pleads, but he is not in control here. The only thing Elain cares to hear is whether or not he is enjoying himself.

"Elain, you will be the death of me." He pauses, and she can hear the smile in his voice. "You give me life."

Another kiss graces Lucien's tip. Then, Elain spreads her lips to take him into her mouth. She cannot take him whole, not on the first try, and her throat seizes around him. She has to pull back.

"Fuck," he growls.

Elain tries again.

His cock slides into the warmth of her throat, and she holds him there. Just a little more. She just has to figure out how to take a little more of him. Thinking about it doesn't help, but she knows she has to measure her breath. She knows that she has to simply enjoy this.

Her fingers slip between her legs, feeling the moist patch at the centre of her undergarments. Outside the pink fabric, Elain applies pressure. A soft pulsing rhythm to distract her. The more she toys with herself, the more willing she is to open her mouth, to coax that fluttering muscle at the back of her mouth to yield for her husband's thick length.

"Are you playing with yourself?" He asks from above. "I can smell you, my sweet flower."

"Mhm."

"Fuck. I can just see it, my love. I could come on the very thought of you fingering yourself for me, so you can take me deeper."

Elain stops, wincing her eyes shut. She could come on the words spilling from that damned mouth of his and he isn't trying. (She has come on his words alone.) Breath heavy, she swallows him to the root.

And then, she simply stays there.

"I want to fuck your mouth," Lucien complains. "I want to fuck your mouth. Fuck. You feel so good." His fingers curl into the desk, scraping at the wood. There is a long moment where he seems at war with himself, debating whether to give into his desire for this beautiful, wonderful woman at his feet, but he proves himself to be the better male.

Lucien gets to work. Elain remains between his legs, warming his cock with her mouth. She stops toying with herself. Instead, she leans her cheek against his thigh and waits. Occasionally, his fingers would reach down to caress her hair—to toy with her ear affectionally—before he finishes what he was writing. Whenever he touches her, Elain's eyes would flutter shut in sheer comfort.

Her eyes flutter shut. Occasionally, Elain will shift her tongue and even the slightest bit of friction will have him hardening once more. Her jaw begins to ache; like magic, he reaches down to massage the tense muscle. His hand trails down her neck, then to her shoulder for a gentle, grateful squeeze.

She hears him without him neeeding to say anything—

What have I done to deserve you?

It's why he will anchor their love in every Court, in every single one of their love languages. For her.

"I'm done," his voice rouses her from her comfortable lull, despite her mouth full of his cock. "Do you—"

Elain sits straighter, gripping his hip with one hand and withdrawing herself from him ever so slightly. She wraps her slender fingers around the base and begins bobbing her head, filling the room with wet, slurping sounds. She hollows her cheeks, sucking her husband's cock to the best of her ability.

"Hnng, my love."

Strands of her hair fall into her face, and before she can pause to tuck them behind her ear, Lucien's already there, gathering her hair in one hand and pulling slightly.

"You'll let me know if I get too rough?"

Elain nods.

Lucien starts to move against her, gently at first. Each thrust into her warm, wet, welcome mouth strikes at her chore. Wetness pools between her legs; she swears that she is ruining the soft carpet beneath her knees, but she has no regrets. None.

She tugs on the hem of his shirt. More, she asks, politely.

The bond nudges at her mind gently. Elain closes her eyes while Lucien fucks her mouth, letting the full breadth of their mating enter her.

She can feel it. Goddesses, she can feel him. She can feel the way her mouth encapsulates the length of his cock—the way her throat flutters around his tip. Each clench sends waves of ecstacy through Lucien, and he fights the urge to grip her hair and properly fuck her.

Oh, that is most definitely a problem.

Elain shifts gears. Using Lucien's thighs as leverage, she ups the pace, bobbing her head on him with fierce determination.

"Elain, ahhhh, Elain. I'm going to come."

Each time she spears herself upon him, the thrust is felt at her core like—like he's fucking both her mouth and her cunt at once. It pulls at her mind in every which way, wearing at her focus. She cannot decide between the high of worshipping Lucien with her mouth or being ridden.

"Let me," Lucien breathes, coaxing her to let him take control with a gentle touch along her jaw.

Elain nods.

His angle shifts, and he cups both her cheeks while driving himself into her. Her pussy clenches, as if trying to grab hold of something that isn't there, but she feels him. Elain slackens her jaw, the only way to take him at this pace. Although he truly, properly fucks her mouth, he's still careful. He never passes the threshold of her throat, never dares choke her; he is delicate in his use of her.

"I'm close, are you—are you sure you don't want me too —ah!"

Her fingers curl around his balls, fondling him. Her touch slips further back towards his perineum, and then, and then—does she dare? Elain presses the pad of one finger against his asshole.

"Elain."

Lucien's reaction is immediate, bucking into her mouth. Warmth floods her, and she has the bitter-sweet taste of his come on her tongue. He pumps into her a couple of more times, hips rolling from the high of ecstacy. When he pulls back, a dribble of saliva and cum escape her lips. She dabs at it, and swallows.

Elain blinks up at him, nothing the expression of surprise on her husband's face. Every time they've made love, he has been the one to take the lead. The fingering trick, that was his that she turned against him and it worked in her absolute favour. She ducks her head, sheepish.

"Don't look at me like that," Lucien grins. He picks her up, carefully placing his hand on her head to protect her from bumping it on the underside of the desk. "It's time for me to return the favour."

"We'll be late for lunch," she says with a deep flush on her cheeks.

"That's not very fair, is it? You've had your fill." Lucien pulls her close, leaning in to breathe into her ear. "Shall I save you for dessert then?" He squeezes her hands as he nips the lobe of her ear, just below the pretty fox earrings her sisters had gotten her for her last birthday. "Next time, don't swallow. I want to taste us." Lucien kisses her anyway.

Oh, oh, her face burns.

"Lucien!"

She smacks his shoulder, but takes a note for next time. There is much opportunity to explore herself and her husband. Some would say, there is an eternity ahead of them.

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somethingclevermahogony · 9 months ago

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The Regions of Kishetal

Pictured Above: An environmental map of the land of Kishetal

Pictured Above: A map of the 7 Kishic Regions

Pictured Above: A map of the Kishic City-States and their territories

Pictured Above: A map of Significant Stable Forestfolk Populations

Here is a quick overview of the regions of Kishetal, the homeland of Narul and Ninma. And some good ol' maps. I'll be posting in the future about some of the creatures and forestfolk mentioned below!

As always send questions please!

Continues below the cut!

The Regions of Kishetal

1. The Red Cedar Mountains

Pictured Above: The Red Cedar Mountains near Kepfis

The Red Cedar Mountains stretch from the Shabalic Sea in the north nearly to the Sea of Agitu in the south. The Red Cedar Mountains were formed in ancient times having already been present in the Age of Metal and Glass. However, the Red Cedar Mountains are not among the eleven “Chains of Sanctuary,” those mountain ranges around the planet in which humanity sheltered from the wrath of the gods during the Calamity. The predominant underlying stone of the RCM is limestone, with occasional but significant areas and deposits of serpentinite, basalt, and dolerite. The region experiences warm summers and cold winters, often with considerable snow and rainfall, particularly at higher elevations. The Mountains surround Lake Shebali, which acts as an inland sea and a source of food and transport for much of eastern Kishetal. At lower elevations, such as Labisa, the predominant vegetation is juniper and oak. Forests of black pine, cedar, and fir are dominant and common at higher elevations. The highest peaks are home to alpine meadows. Wild grapes, figs, and olives are all abundant in this region alongside their domesticated cousins.

Some fauna include wolves, jackals, wild goats, giant minks, wild bulls(aurochs), leopards, kishic lions, kishic tigers, caracals, roe deer, gazelle, wild boar, eagles, storks, horned rabbits, kishic brown bears, lynxes, and kishic ibex.

Very rarely found is the Kishic Elephant, actually a species of mammoth, these tiny pachyderms are about the same size as the average dairy cow. Only about 100 still survive in sheltered valleys to the north.

Examples of monstrous and magical Fauna including Flesh-eating deer, kiriki, dorasi, and the kutiri. While there are rumors of larger monsters such as dragons, these are mostly little more than legends and folklore. Though there is no telling what creatures could be hiding in the many caves and tunnels which dot the mountains.

There are numerous small forestfolk tribes which live in isolated areas.

(I will post more about that later)

2. The Felic Plain

Pictured Above: The Felic Plain north of Boshalum

The Felic Plains primarily consist of grassland with occasional patches of deciduous forest. The area is famed for its almond trees and its many wildflowers, including wild roses and hasir flowers. During the fall, great patches of the plains turn red with the blooming of hasir flowers.

The region experiences hot summers and mild but wet winters, which makes the region ideal for farming. As such, the Felic Plains act as the bread-basket of Kishetal. The region is split by the Aratshin River, which extends from Lake Shebali to the Green Sea. The plains are disrupted by an especially dense forested area known as the Garden. All attempts to settle the Garden have failed.

Fauna include, wolves, jackals, gazelles, wild bulls, kishic lions, deer, eagles, storks, horned rabbits, kishic brown bears, foxes, wild goats, polecats( which are popular pets), felic falcons, and hyenas.

The plains are home to several monstrous/magical species, including Flesh-eating deer, garudu, takmek, and the Unturu Serpent.

There are a handul of forestfolk tribes as well as a single hillfolk tribe in this region.

3. The Western Coast

Pictured Above: The Western Coast near the city-state of Chibal

The Western Coast borders the Green Sea stretching from Bura in the north to Bisabal in the south. The ecoregion has a warm semi-tropical climate akin to a Mediterranean climate. Winter is the wettest season, and summer is the driest.

The Western coast consists primarily of three biomes. The deciduous forests in the north consist primarily of hornbeams, oaks, maples, cedar, and black pine. The central marshlands surrounding Udur have heavy concentrations of reeds, papyrus, poplar, and willow. The southern plains are similar to the Felic plain region though typically arider. Bay, olive, carob, and sweetgum are all common in this region. The Green Sea and its coast are home to many kinds of edible seaweed which form an essential part of the Chibalic and Buric diets.

Fauna include wild boars, foxes, jackals, wolves, badgers, wildcats, coastal brown bears, gazelles, deer, wild bulls, wild goats, and storks. Marine life includes dolphins, seals, whales, sea turtles, and many species of fish.

Monstrous fauna include bulari, sea-dragons, serpents, krinari, and ramitalek.

Aside from Ikopeshi's there are no surviving forestfolk tribes in this region.

4. The Northern Coast/Sheprian Forest

Pictured Above: The Sheprian Forest near Shepra

The Sheprian forest in the northern part of Kishetal is primarily composed of deciduous trees with occasional conifer patches at areas with higher elevations. Common trees include oak, chestnut, birch, hornbeam, black pine, cedar, and beech.

The climate is temperate with warm dry summers and cold wet winters. The north is typically thought of as the wildest region, with most city-states and settlements, including Shepra, clinging to the Corin river. Sheprian poetry is a unique variety of poetry, similar to the Japanese haiku, which originates from the forest festivals of the northern coast.

Fauna include wolves, jackals, gazelles, wild bulls, kishic lions, deer, eagles, storks, horned rabbits, kishic brown bears, foxes, wild goats, giant minks, horned rabbits, wild sheep, eagles, and kishic leopards.

Monstrous fauna include flesh-eating deer, garudu, kiriki, dorasi, and winged tigers.

This region contains the second highest concentration of forestfolk after the Red Cedar Mountains.

5. The Southern coast

Placed Above: The Southern Coast near Bisabal

The Southern Coast consists of three regions; the southern deciduous forest, the scrubland, and the plains. The climate in the south is quite warm, with summers being hot and dry and winters mild in both temperature and rainfall. On rare occasions, the southern coast may experience heavy snowfall.

Major cities are sparse however, many villages dot the southern coast, many of these villages rely on piracy, preying primarily on Apunian and Jezaani ships traveling to and from the Western Coast.

Limestone plateaus and outcroppings are near the border of the southern coast, and the desert are said to be the remains of ancient buildings though this is not true.

Poplar, olive, bay, carob, almond, oaks, and umbrella pine are all common.

Fauna includes wolves, jackals, gazelles, wild bulls, kishic lions, deer, eagles, storks, horned rabbits, kishic brown bears, foxes, wild goats, polecats, felic falcons, kishic leopards, and hyenas.

The south is home to relatively few monstrous/magical species though it is home to the largest population of kiriki in Kishetal.

There are only two forestfolk populations in this region.

6. The Kipsian Desert

Pictured Above: The limestone formations of the Kipsian desert south east of Kipsu.

The Kipsian desert is the least populated region of Kishetal as the arid environment is not conducive to agriculture. Ruins of older civilizations suggest that the area may have once been more hospitable.

Plant life is sparse and largely limited to hardy shrubs and grasses. The region is famous for its carob and the candies and sweets produced from the carob by its inhabitants. Mesa, plateaus, pillars, and other stone structures are common; foreign visitors often visit the region seeking religious or spiritual enlightenment amongst the arches and columns. Many never leave.

Fauna include jackals, gazelles, kishic lions, deer, gazelle, wild asses, and hyenas. The Kipsian desert is also the only region in Kishetal in which the kishic ostrich and oryx survive.

Monstrous fauna include Flesh-eating deer, takmek, sikara, kiriki, and giant lions.

There are no forestfolk populations here.

7. The Makurian Steppe

Pictured Above: The Makurian Steppe north of Shebal

The Makurian steppe is massive, spreading over most of western Masia. Only a tiny sliver of that vast extent falls in Kishetal. Trees are almost entirely absent. Vast expanses of grass-covered hills define the area. To the north of the steppe is the Shabalic forest, and to the south is the Jezaaic desert.

The heavy presence of sagebrush, sedges, and grasses and the relatively dry climate have led to a preference for a nomadic and pastoralist lifestyle. Makurian tribes regularly raid and intrude in the region, with their westward pushes typically being halted by the mountains.

Fauna include wild horses, wild asses, wild bulls, jackals, gazelle, deer, mountain sheep, macuri lions, and leopards.

Monstrous fauna include the tomob and the wulut.

There are only 3 native forestfolk populations in this region.

As always ask questions! Anything! And if y'all like this I might do this with some other regions.

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obsessivevoidkitten · 7 months ago

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These are all the things I want to grow and have the seeds for this year, though some things are missing from this list. I still need more soil, most of the produce goes to the senior center so if anyone wants to throw me 3 dollars for a bag of dirt it goes to a good cause, I also save seeds and distribute them to neighbors and some of the people at the senior center. This blog is my only income source as I am an unpaid live-in aide for an elderly woman. No pressure though. Also if anyone just wants to put gardening discussions in my inbox I am totally up for that!

Supernova sunchokes

Red pontiac potatoes, kennebec potatoes, lehigh potatoes, purple viking potatoes, red norland potatoes, also sweet potatoes

Brown sugar tomatoes, amish paste tomatoes, orange hat tomatoes, yellow stuffer tomatoes, yellow pear tomatoes, bosque blue bumblebee tomatoes, bonny best tomatoes, orange icicle tomatoes, sart roloise tomatoes, sweetheart cherry tomatoes, honeycomb tomatoes, barry's crazy cherry tomatoes, kentucky beefsteak tomatoes, and of course PRAIRIE FIRE TOMATOES

Corbaci peppers, ajvarski peppers, sugar rush peach peppers, albino bullnose peppers, binquinho peppers, lemon spice jalapeno peppers

Armenian yard long cucumbers, sumter cucumbers, bushcrop cucumbers, spacemaster 80 cucumbers, green apple cucumbers, lemon cucumbers, dragon's egg cucumbers, poona kheera cucumbers, pick a bushel cucumbers

Rosita eggplants, listda de gandia eggplants, shikou eggplants, casper eggplants

White soul alpine strawberries, seascape strawberries

Strawberry spinach, malabar spinach, thousand head kale, scarlet kale, blooming kale, orach, slobolt lettuce, merlot lettuce, bronze lettuce, buttercrunch lettuce, bibb lettuce, aqua large leaf watercress, swiss chard five color silverbeet

Moonshine sweet corn, glass gem corn, fiesta corn, Incredible R/M sweet corn

Great northern beans, dwarf taylor horticulture beans, jade II beans

Red burgundy okra, jing orange okra

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 2 years ago

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in the dark of the longest night

elriel month prompt three: happy solstice

A special thank you to @duskcowboy for this collaboration! She approached me with her absolutely stunning idea for art and asked me if I'd be interested in telling the story behind her commission, promptly knocking me out of my writing slump. It was a pleasure working on this with you & PLEASE check out the stunning artwork that goes along with this fic here.

It was well past midnight as Elain knelt on the cool stone tiles of the small patio just outside her bedroom, the square paved alcove smattered with a collection of decorative pots that she attentively cared for. Her fingers had grown frigid and cold from the frost, but she continued her work, brushing the freshly fallen snow from the leaves of her beloved plants.

Elain had always been able to adapt to most conditions and environments with ease. Her ability to read a room and conduct herself with a graceful poise not many possessed was a strength of its own. She was able to flourish both in the spotlight and on the sidelines and was content to do both. However, every year since her arrival to Velaris, she found herself quietly savouring the dark tranquillity that was so unique to the night of Winter Solstice.

As a human, she’d always missed the flowers whenever the winters would roll around, the lands left grey and covered in sleet for months below the wall. But here, in Prythian, she’d been introduced to varieties of flowers that would thrive and bloom even in the dead of winter. Not many, and not in any massive palette of colour, but the few she was able to collect were still better than the arid dirt flowerbeds that she’d been forced to tolerate in her former life.

Snowdrops, Alpine Roses, Winter Aconites, Glory of the Snow; she had gathered their various bulbs and planted them all. Some were currently mere green seedlings, the frosts of Solstice a tad too harsh for their needs. Others had already sprouted, boasting their starry blue, pink and white petals, the bright blooms peeking through the ice.

Elain had enjoyed tending to her small garden in the winter, taking to simply wrapping herself in her fur-lined blue cape and heading out to her courtyard to check on the plants’ progress. The garden exuded a different type of silence and serenity in the winter. It wasn’t riotous and alive like it was in the summer, nor in the metamorphosis of its rebirth like the spring, but rather a steady and muted calm which helped her slow her racing mind.

So, when sleep would elude her like it often did these days, she’d find herself out on her small patio in the moonlight, hands caked with frosty earth to pass the darkest lonely hours.

Still dressed in the fine amethyst gown she’d worn for the Solstice party, Elain was crouched beside a large pot of her favourite winter blooms, her Black Tulips. She smiled at the striking obsidian flowers, the deep, opulent colour of the petals so at odds with the freshly fallen white snow that delicately clung to its folds. The merchant in the Palace who had sold her the bulbs had told her they were also known colloquially in Velaris as Queen of the Night. The thought made her smile.

As she continued her work in the tranquillity of the quiet night, the crunch of snow under a heavy boot made her freeze momentarily, before a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She knew he was more than adept at masking his presence, ensuring he could gather that all important sensitive information without the possibility of being found. No, he could move through this world without producing a single sound. That misstep was solely for her benefit, an indication for her ears alone, to enlighten her to his presence in the dead of the longest night.

From her position on the patio, she glanced towards the vast gardens of the river house beyond her stone balustrade and spotted the handsome Shadowsinger striding toward her private courtyard. He was still clad in his Solstice finery too, the tailored black jacket hugging his warrior’s physique splendidly, the lapels falling open to reveal a fine black shirt beneath that did little to conceal the swells of his muscled chest. He wore an easy smile, his siphons gleaming atop his scarred hands in the night as his shadows trailed behind him like wisps of dark mist.

Arriving at the edge of her small terrace, he halted. His wings remained tucked in tight behind his back but the image he created, as if he had been born from the night—materialised from the very corners of darkness— was not lost on Elain as she stared up at him from her crouched position.

“Everyone turned in rather early this year,” he offered as an explanation for his appearance.

It had indeed been a shorter affair than years past. They had still made it past midnight as they usually would, but she too had noticed Cassian and Nesta slink off shortly after Feyre’s birthday cake had been served. Feyre and Rhys had followed not far behind as Nyx had finally fallen asleep in a sugar induced coma on his father’s shoulder, his plump lips open and frosting smeared across his rosy cheeks. Mor had been eager to open another bottle of wine and lingered for a while longer, but soon everyone else had dispersed to their various accommodations.

Feyre and Nesta had never been ones to relish in a party, and Feyre still shied away from celebrating her birthday. She also supposed those who were happily mated couldn’t wait to be alone once more.

A small pang of jealousy needled its way into her heart to nestle beside the happiness she felt for both her sisters at the thought. It wasn’t their fault, but she did envy them for being able to openly be with the one they truly loved… That in their cases, the Cauldron, or the Mother— or whatever deity that deemed itself important enough to pull the strings of fate— had indeed chosen correctly.

Standing from her crouch she dusted her hands off on her cape and tucked her cold hands inside its warm pockets.

“I suppose they were just eager to be alone once more,” she offered slyly, hinting at some of the couples’ very public displays of affection.

It wasn’t unusual for Feyre and Nesta to be affectionate towards their mates, but for some reason, she found it particularly hard to witness around the Solstice holiday. Elain pushed thoughts of longing aside. She was getting good at doing so.

Azriel huffed a laugh in response. “Mated couples can be quite insufferable.”

Indeed. But she just smiled knowingly in response, the secret glances they had traded and eyerolls they had stifled throughout the Solstice festivities earlier in the evening sparking a warm glow in her chest. It was nice to know he understood her.

Azriel came another step closer, and it was then that she noticed he had been carrying something in his hands, her gaze catching on what he held between his fingers.

“In all the haste, I didn’t get the chance to show you these.”

He held out his hand, offering Elain what she could only describe as a bunch of thin, rolled up paper straws, about eight inches long.

She glanced from the paper sticks in his hands and back to his face, trying to mask the utter confusion she felt at his perplexing offering, not wanting to offend him or seem ungrateful for the strange gift.

Slowly reaching out her hand to take one, she asked tentatively, “Sorry, but— what are they?”

Azriel smiled, a dimple appearing in his smooth cheek as his head tilted to the side, his dark hair falling into hazel eyes. Beautiful. He was so beautiful. Elain never tired of it.

“They’re called fire flowers. They’re an old tradition from the Winter Court and customary at times of celebration. I thought you’d appreciate them.”

Elain’s confusion only grew. Fire flowers? She had never heard of such a thing.

“Do I…plant them?”

Azriel chuckled this time, his hazel eyes gleaming in the surrounding darkness.

“Let me show you,” he responded simply.

Separating one of the paper straws from the bundle and handing Elain the rest, he removed a flint from his pocket, lighting the end of the stick and then holding it out before him.

At first nothing happened, or so she thought, until she noticed a small round red bud at the tip Azriel had lit. The small droplet glowed in the darkness where Azriel held the fire flower between them. Before she had much time to ponder on it however, a spark shot out from the lit tip like a small slash of lightening in the night sky, startling Elain and causing her to jump a surprised step back. The spark was followed by another and another and another; streaks of light flying in all directions with the radiant bud glowing at its centre.

Elain’s mouth popped open into a delicate O at the glittering display. The sparks looked like petals.

The fire petals danced and fizzed as the stick held between Azriel’s fingers withered until they finally slowed down in momentum and waned, the dark night enveloping them once more in its embrace.

Elain stared at the place where the fire flower had glowed, so bright and majestic for all of a few brief moments before it had been swallowed into the veil of darkness once more. It had been there one second, and the next…gone.

An unexpected, nostalgic feeling of melancholy threatened to engulf her. How could something so bright, so joyful, only be granted such a fleeting moment in time to shine?

The thoughts came crashing down upon her suddenly, but she allowed them to take their course. They seemed poignant in this moment.

It elicited thoughts of her human life, so brief and fleeting. And although her new life in this fae body was something she had well-adjusted to since, she still found herself wondering sometimes, what if?

Overcome with emotion, her bright eyes lined with unshed tears, she looked up at Azriel. “May I try one?”

He smiled, his handsome face a display of heart-shattering beauty. “Do you really like them?” he asked somewhat trepidatiously.

She’d never known the spymaster to be unsure of himself. She smiled again, broadly this time. She needed him to know how meaningful his gift was, regardless of the size of its gesture. He had clearly thought she would enjoy them, and he was right.

“I love them. Azriel, thank you.”

His shoulders sagged slightly, as if he had been holding his breath for her reaction, but he didn’t say another word as he edged closer to her, striking the flint once more, the small sparks enough to light the end of the fire flower.

This time Elain watched with wide eyes as the glowing bud slowly formed, growing on the end of her straw before the sparkling petals started dancing and crackling quietly in the night, before its bright light once again waned and ultimately winked out.

Life, death, rebirth.

Elain shivered at the thought and Azriel, mistaking her reaction as a result of the cold air, sidled up to her and wrapped a mighty wing around. His proximity warmed her almost immediately as he sheltered her from the icy wind. She tilted her head up and gave him a soft smile of thanks, her thick unbound curls cascading down her back with the movement. Hazel eyes met her own as a flash of heat passed between them, but he just offered her his own dimple-popping smile in return.

Azriel lit sparkler after sparkler for them as they spent the remainder of the long night outside. Snow had begun to softly fall around them, but they barely noticed it quietly blanketing the world around them. Elain and Azriel simply relished in each other’s presence amongst the flowers and nightfall, conversation flowing freely once more between the Shadowsinger and the Seer.

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natures-moments · 1 year ago

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Blooming alpine roses in Switzerland

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outofangband · 2 years ago

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Flowers of the March of Maedhros (possibly part one, there are so many!)

flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda

I love doing general flora and fauna posts but I can’t fit everything in them so I’m trying to make more specific ones as well! please please feel free to send categories to work on with locations! Or any environmental world building asks!

extensive environmental world building for himring plus more in the Himring tag

Himring was the fortress of Maedhros in the March of Maedhros, a cold realm in Northeastern Beleriand located slightly Southeast of Dorthonion and south of Lothlann and Ard Galen. It was a cold region with taiga forested hills and icy waters, including the sources of several rivers, namely Celon and Little Gelion. The March was located between the cold mountains on the Southern and Eastern borders of Dorthonion and the mountainous regions of the Gap and Thargelion on its own Eastern border. The cold likely comes from a combination of its proximity to the Ered Engrin and Ered Gorgoroth, especially given the boreal forested region of Dorthonion, as well as altitude in some parts of it. I go into this more on other posts.

The flora of the March is hardy, resistant to the cold that is present throughout so much of the year. Most flowers and herbaceous plants are herbaceous perennials that bloom in the spring and summer each year, sustained by their root stock despite the cold winters.

The March contains several habitats; boreal forests/taiga, montane steppes and meadows, riverbanks and marshier areas. Towards Maglor’s Gap, rocky outcrops including many of limestone invite plants that thrive on calcareous soils. Lothlann and Ard-galen were montane or boreal meadows. While boreal forest in many places is divided into three zones (closed forest where trees cover more than forty percent of the ground and have a dense layer of grass, high boreal or alpine and Southern boreal where croppings of temperate decidious trees might be found) I think the March and also Dorthonion which has some similarities in climate and ecology, would see a combination of these ecosystems.

Canon species: no canon species are associated with Himring, the March, or indeed much of Fëanorian occupied Eastern Beleriand

I use what we can extrapolate as possibly indigenous based on descriptions of climate, looking at similar real world locations, etc. I am also always happy to write posts based on real world locations by suggestion! (I’ve done the Havens of Sirion based on Southwestern Australia for example, etc. I think Tol Himling would have a similar climate to Hokkaidō).

-Mountain and red clovers bloom on the hills and meadow steppes in the late spring and summer. Arctic dandelion grows in the meadows in the North towards Lothlann and Ard Galen as does Annual Gypsophila, cutleaf coneflower, arctic harebell (also grows on stream banks), broadleaf chives, cow parsnip, longstalk starwort, heath violet

-Mountain avens grow in rocky outcrops throughout the hills around Himring, usually in the summer. Moss campion also grows throughout the hills, above the tree line. Nodding campion, heath grounsel, snow saxifrage, baneberry (also stream banks)

-Great spur violet, fireweed (especially in clearings), snowdrop, wall lettuce, wild tulip and grow in the forested areas. Boreal forests often contain berries and the forested areas around the hills has many species including bog bilberry, black crowberry, cloudberry, and wild strawberry.

-Alongside the rivers grows wood or alpine sorrel alongside glacier buttercup, Lapland buttercup, Arctic butterbur, one flower fleabane (which also grows in forested belts and meadows), alpine rockcress, moor king, wood ruff, alpine butterwort, and arctic or prickly rose.

-Arctic and common meadow rue grows in the North and West of the March in boggier areas as does milky whitlow grass, a flowering plant.

-Common Groundsel grows throughout the region

World building notes:

-A number of these species have medicinal uses

-Others are used as fodder, in salads, garnishes and other dishes or in teas

-storing and preserving plants of various kinds is highly utilized in the March, more so than other elven realms. Both flora with medicinal and culinary uses are frequently preserved through drying, fermentation or other methods

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Beauty And The Beast - Chapter 3 - Loki Odinson X Female Reader

Title: Take His Place

Loki Odinson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Bucky, Clint, Alpine, and Natasha

Beauty And The Beast Retelling Fanfic

WC: 1,382

Warnings: Yelling, imprisonment, rude Loki, italics, slight angst, and fluff?

Bucky trudged through the deep forest, the cold snow crunching beneath Alpine’s hooves. The biting wind whipped against him and Alpine, obscuring his vision as flakes danced wildly in the air. Straining to see through the swirling snow, he pushed forward, determined to find the light of the next town over. But after what felt like hours of battling the elements, he was only met only with more of the dense woods. Disheartened, he was about to turn back when a towering silhouette emerged from the white haze - a huge, dark castle loomed before him.

“It’s alright. It’s alright, Alpine,” Bucky murmured, gently patting the white mare’s neck as she whinnied nervously, sensing the eerie aura of the castle. The beastly structure cast long shadows, making the air feel heavy with foreboding.

As he stepped onto the castle grounds, Bucky's gaze fell upon a garden filled with beautiful red roses. A bittersweet smile crossed his lips as he thought of you. He walked toward the vibrant blooms, their colors stark against the snowy backdrop, and plucked one from the bush. “I did promise Y/N a rose,” He said to himself, savoring the thought of the smile it would bring to your face.

“Why are you here?” An angry voice boomed from behind him, shattering the tranquil moment.

Bucky turned abruptly, his heart pounding against his chest as a ferocious-looking beast sprang out from the shadows of the bushes. Dressed in fine silk clothing and a furry cloak, the creature exuded a regal yet terrifying presence.

Bucky sputtered, “I… I am sorry, sir. I just wanted this rose for my friend,” Surprise, fear, and confusion colliding in his chest as he instinctively took a step back.

“You dare pick a rose from my property?! You shall be imprisoned for such an act!” The beast growled, lunging forward and seizing Bucky by the back of his cape.

Panic surged through him as he begged, “Please, let me go!” The beast's grip tightened as he dragged Bucky away, towards the dark, looming castle’s dungeon.

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The next morning, Alpine galloped from the forest, her sides heaving and eyes wide with fright. She came to a halt at your house, snorting and stamping her hooves anxiously. You rushed outside at the sound of her worried neighs, heart racing.

“Alpine! What happened? Where's Bucky?” You exclaimed, gently soothing the white mare as you rubbed her soft muzzle, searching for answers in her expressive eyes. The horse whinnied again, looking back toward the forest, her body trembling. “Take me to him, please!” You commanded, determination surging through you as you hopped onto the saddle. With a powerful nudge, Alpine took off through the woods, the sun filtering through the trees as you ventured deeper than you had ever gone before.

As the trees grew denser and the wind howled with ferocity, a chill of fear crept up and down your spine. Finally, you arrived at the castle, the sight of the dark, crumbling fortress sending shivers through you. Its windows were dark, some of its glass cracked, creating an eerie atmosphere that whispered of abandonment - but a nagging sense of danger loomed, warning you that someone - or something - still resided within.

Steeling yourself, you dismounted and approached the grand double doors, their age and wear evident. With a deep breath, you slowly pushed them open and stepped inside, the hinges creaking ominously.

“Look, Natasha. A beautiful woman!” A voice echoed from the shadows of the castle’s entryway, unheard by you.

Another voice then spoke, irritation mingling with curiosity. “Yes! I can see it's a woman. I lost my hands, not my eyes.”

“But what if she is the one? The one who'll break the spell?” The first voice chirped, hope threading through the tone.

Startled, you glanced around, your heart racing. “Who said that? Who's there?” You called out, trepidation creeping into your voice.

“Uh-oh…” The second voice murmured.

Cautiously, you crept further into the castle, each step echoing ominously. You passed by large, haunting paintings of devils feasting upon the world and eerie statues that loomed in the corners, all creating a tapestry of frightfully beautiful chaos. As you ventured deeper, you finally discovered the dungeon, your heart pounding as you found Bucky.

“Bucky? Buck, is that you?” You asked urgently, seeing him clinging to the bars of his cell, his expression a mix of relief and worry.

Bucky’s eyes widened, “Y/N! How did you find me?” He exclaimed, clutching the cold bars with white-knuckled desperation. You collapsed before him, quickly taking his hand, warmth flooding your veins.

“Your hands are ice! Well, obviously the other one is always cold, but your other hand is freezing! We need to get you home. I don’t want you to get sick or something,” You replied, glancing around for a key or anything that might help you free him. “Who knows, you might revert back.”

“Who’s Bucky?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you, a teasing glint sparking in his eyes. You shot him a look, and he laughed awkwardly. “Okay, no jokes, but you must leave here at once! This castle is alive! Now go, before he finds you!” Bucky urged, his voice urgent.

“Who? Before who finds me?” You asked, confusion knitting your brows together. Then, from behind you, a deep growl echoed through the damp air. You quickly turned, backing against the bars as dread pooled in your stomach. “Who's there? Who are you? I've come for my friend.” You called, trying to keep your voice steady despite your racing heart.

“Your friend is a thief,” A dark voice snarled, resonating with authority.

You shook your head, “You’re lying,” You spoke back defiantly, your anger bubbling over at the injustice of it all. “Bucky would never steal anything.”

“He stole a rose,” The deep voice hissed, and you could sense the creature pacing just beyond the shadows, its heavy footfalls sending soft vibrations through the stone floor.

“I asked for the rose. Punish me, not him.” You countered fiercely, your heart pounding as you fought to protect your friend.

Bucky reached out from his cell, taking your hand, “No! He means forever. Apparently, that's what happens around here when you pick a flower,” He exclaimed, glaring at the unseen beast.

“A life sentence for a rose?” You asked, disgust flooding your tone. “That’s dumb. Idiotic.”

A short, gruff scoff left the creature, “I received eternal doom for one. I'm merely locking him away. Now, do you still wish to take your friend's place?” The beast snarled, its voice dripping with menace.

You pursed your lips, staring into the darkness where you presumed the creature was, “Come into the light,” You demanded, raising an eyebrow, refusing to let fear control you.

With a low growl, the creature stepped into the dim candlelight of the dungeon. His body was massive, covered in thick, coarse black fur like that of a lion, but his head bore the curved horns of a goat, twisting menacingly from his skull. His sharp, green eyes glinted with a dangerous intelligence, while his face was a mix of leonine ferocity and something unnervingly human.

“Choose,” The Beast snapped, his gaze piercing.

Bucky shook his head vigorously, “Y/N, I won't let you do this. I lost her; I can’t lose you too. Now, go. Go!” Desperation lined his voice as he gripped your hand tightly.

“All right, Bucky. I'll leave,” You assured him, patting his hand in yours. “I need a minute alone with him.” Turning back to the beast, you locked eyes with him, the weight of the moment pressing down on you; your chest feeling heavy. The beast glared at you, its silence heavy. “Are you so cold-hearted that you won't allow a friend to say goodbye? Forever can spare a minute,” You narrowed your eyes, anger fueling your courage. “Even half an hour, maybe,” You muttered, rolling your eyes, frustration bubbling over.

“When this door closes, it will not open again.” The Beast warned, and with a swift motion, he opened the cage door, allowing you inside.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Bucky, feeling the warmth of his body seep into you as his arms encircled you in return. You shut your eyes and let out a breath…

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akhuna01 · 1 year ago

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Alpine flowers are in full bloom! Blue Gentian,

Silverroot and pink alpine roses. Oh, and they have free roaming, cheeky Haflingers there. This boy took a lick off my cheek 😁

#haflinger #flowers #alps #Wallgau #oberbayern #gentian

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katiajewelbox · 2 years ago

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Merry Christmas! All the warmest wishes for the season from my home to yours. This GIF card (made using the Picmix website) shows many of the culturally important Christmas plants in the USA and UK.

The Poinsettia (Euphorbia pulcherrima) is native to Mexico and were cultivated by the Mexica people as a medicinal plant and a source of red dye. They became part of Christmas decor in North American culture in the early 1900′s.

The European Holly (Ilex aquifolium) is a native British tree species important for wildlife since its evergreen leaves provide shelter for insects and birds in the winter, and many small mammals rely on the berries for winter food.

The white Christmas Rose (Helleborus niger) is not a rose, but a relative of buttercups. This alpine plant from Central Europe is one of the few garden flowers blooming in midwinter in Northern Europe, leading to its association with Christmas.

#katia hougaard #katia plant scientist #poinsettia #euphorbia #holly #ilex #christmas rose #hellebore #flower symbolism #christmas decor #plant facts #botany #plants

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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Untitled Poem # 12427

The handed it to hear at all. Why of you ain’t been so sad, I shall answer got she is walking. For unremembers

after news. I’ll stake my ruby rings he flying through into eternity, our due? She had brought everything

up for his complaint. Stifled with thee. Their fancies at the self its multiple desire, empty of wit, admitted

late beware, then to perfect past a futures on strops of my true spirit beauties blot; let him, depriu’d of sweet

Eloquence, through the level of a man’s breasts, the babe rose never learnt how to make himself without-end hours and the

ringlets of brightness? Only consolation, for thee and far beyond conceive not say, The truth enlight dale, and pleasures;

give me with Nature, as she look’d down to yon shore-side, as I kenna thou be denied;— love swears that paints; with fields

on flower, nor felt the twain, for yonder I see that is milder far in heaven, blue and chopp’d withal, by the braider

grew the first he has twa sparkling armada of promises&clouds of solitude on the tow’ry fence of

Alpine hills of people talking with buskins short? I had thought to last! For the streaming sun. How happy vintage to

thee my true-telling the bloom to greet yours, not being so much is possible, but he is made a hundred friend! Last

night came late: for which the cellar. Obliteration that round and build far off from mine eye is incomplete, but when

thou dost thou exchange and something streaming with the knives, the level: spatter of light in me a little droops our heart

by heart lies hatching eyes, you have dream’d a dream, mither will be my wife to be extraordinary. And wonderful,

were far away, and the faery- roof, made moan through veils. As interest of all the Throne of the silent deep dost

fly: if thou dost seek to have your hour; but if, as now it anyhow listen here will once adieu; nor dare I question

what end? To see if I can shew thee my true-love free. Let none look at you, mine eye untrue. I have you warbling

birds rejoice amid the birth canal or pilot the waters is thy shadow, Leave me thus, for pity?

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somethingclevermahogony · 2 years ago

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The Regions of Kishetal

Pictured Above: An environmental map of the land of Kishetal

Pictured Above: A map of the 7 Kishic Regions

Pictured Above: A map of the Kishic City-States and their territories

Continues below the cut!

The Regions of Kishetal

1. The Red Cedar Mountains

Pictured Above: The Red Cedar Mountains near Kepfis

There are numerous small forestfolk tribes which live in isolated areas.

(I will post more about that later)

2. The Felic Plain

Pictured Above: The Felic Plain north of Boshalum

The plains are home to several monstrous/magical species, including Flesh-eating deer, garudu, takmek, and the Unturu Serpent.

There are a handul of forestfolk tribes as well as a single hillfolk tribe in this region.

3. The Western Coast

Pictured Above: The Western Coast near the city-state of Chibal

Monstrous fauna include bulari, sea-dragons, serpents, krinari, and ramitalek.

Aside from Ikopeshi's there are no surviving forestfolk tribes in this region.

4. The Northern Coast/Sheprian Forest

Pictured Above: The Sheprian Forest near Shepra

Monstrous fauna include flesh-eating deer, garudu, kiriki, dorasi, and winged tigers.

This region contains the second highest concentration of forestfolk after the Red Cedar Mountains.

5. The Southern coast

Placed Above: The Southern Coast near Bisabal

Major cities are sparse however, many villages dot the southern coast, many of these villages rely on piracy, preying primarily on Apunian and Jezaani ships traveling to and from the Western Coast.

Limestone plateaus and outcroppings are near the border of the southern coast, and the desert are said to be the remains of ancient buildings though this is not true.

Poplar, olive, bay, carob, almond, oaks, and umbrella pine are all common.

Fauna includes wolves, jackals, gazelles, wild bulls, kishic lions, deer, eagles, storks, horned rabbits, kishic brown bears, foxes, wild goats, polecats, felic falcons, kishic leopards, and hyenas.

The south is home to relatively few monstrous/magical species though it is home to the largest population of kiriki in Kishetal.

There are only two forestfolk populations in this region.

6. The Kipsian Desert

Pictured Above: The limestone formations of the Kipsian desert south east of Kipsu.

Fauna include jackals, gazelles, kishic lions, deer, gazelle, wild asses, and hyenas. The Kipsian desert is also the only region in Kishetal in which the kishic ostrich and oryx survive.

Monstrous fauna include Flesh-eating deer, takmek, sikara, kiriki, and giant lions.

There are no forestfolk populations here.

7. The Macurian Steppe

Pictured Above: The Macurian Steppe north of Shebal

The Macurian steppe is massive, spreading over most of western Macia. Only a tiny sliver of that vast extent falls in Kishetal. Trees are almost entirely absent. Vast expanses of grass-covered hills define the area. To the north of the steppe is the Shabalic forest, and to the south is the Jezaaic desert.

The heavy presence of sagebrush, sedges, and grasses and the relatively dry climate have led to a preference for a nomadic and pastoralist lifestyle. Macurian tribes regularly raid and intrude in the region, with their westward pushes typically being halted by the mountains.

Fauna include wild horses, wild asses, wild bulls, jackals, gazelle, deer, mountain sheep, macuri lions, and leopards.

Monstrous fauna include the tomob and the wulut.

There are only 3 native forestfolk populations in this region.

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Must-See Places To Visit In Kashmir and Unforgettable Things To Do In Kashmir

Amidst the breathtaking landscapes where the Himalayan peaks touch the skies, Kashmir emerges as a paradise on Earth. With its lush valleys, serene lakes, and picturesque meadows, this region captivates travelers seeking solace and adventure alike. The allure of Kashmir is not merely confined to its natural beauty; it extends to an array of experiences that make a visit truly memorable. When exploring the Places To Visit In Kashmir and indulging in the Things To Do In Kashmir, one finds a perfect blend of tranquility and thrill, offering something for every kind of traveler.

The Ethereal Charm of Kashmir's Valleys

One cannot speak of Kashmir without mentioning its enchanting valleys. The mesmerizing Gulmarg is often the first stop for many visitors. Known as the "Meadow of Flowers," Gulmarg transforms into a winter wonderland during the colder months, offering world-class skiing opportunities. The lush green meadows of summer turn into a white blanket, attracting ski enthusiasts from around the globe. Apart from skiing, a gondola ride here, which is the highest in the world, offers panoramic views of the surrounding mountains and valleys, making it one of the most thrilling Things To Do In Kashmir.

Moving on, Pahalgam, located at the confluence of the Lidder River and the Sheshnag Lake, is another jewel in Kashmir’s crown. This quaint town is a gateway to the famous Amarnath Yatra and offers numerous trekking opportunities. The Aru Valley and Betaab Valley near Pahalgam are ideal spots for nature walks, horse riding, and picnics, making them some of the top Places To Visit In Kashmir. The unspoiled beauty of these valleys, with their alpine vegetation and crystal-clear streams, provides a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

The Tranquil Lakes of Kashmir

Kashmir’s lakes are renowned for their calm waters and scenic surroundings. Dal Lake, often referred to as the "Jewel in the crown of Kashmir," is perhaps the most famous of all. A shikara ride on Dal Lake is one of the quintessential Things To Do In Kashmir. As you glide through the tranquil waters, the stunning views of the houseboats and the reflection of the surrounding snow-capped mountains create a surreal experience. The floating gardens, or Rad, and the floating market add to the charm of this iconic lake.

Nigeen Lake, a quieter counterpart to Dal Lake, is another must-visit. It offers a more peaceful atmosphere for those looking to escape the crowds. Houseboat stays on Nigeen Lake are highly recommended for a unique experience. The sunrise and sunset views from the houseboats are nothing short of magical, making Nigeen Lake a must on the list of Places To Visit In Kashmir.

Gardens of Serenity

The Mughal Gardens in Srinagar are a testament to the region’s rich history and culture. Shalimar Bagh, built by Emperor Jahangir for his beloved wife Nur Jahan, is an epitome of Mughal horticulture. The garden's terraced lawns, cascading fountains, and vibrant flower beds make it a beautiful place to visit, especially in the spring when the flowers are in full bloom. Walking through the meticulously maintained gardens, surrounded by the scent of roses and marigolds, is among the most peaceful Things To Do In Kashmir.

Nishat Bagh, another Mughal garden on the eastern side of Dal Lake, offers stunning views of the lake and the Zabarwan mountains. The garden’s twelve terraces represent the twelve signs of the zodiac, and each terrace offers a unique view of the landscape. Whether you're a history enthusiast or simply looking for a tranquil spot to relax, these gardens are essential Places To Visit In Kashmir.

The Cultural Tapestry of Kashmir

Kashmir is not only about nature; it is also a land of rich cultural heritage. Srinagar, the summer capital, is where this cultural essence can be best experienced. The old city is a labyrinth of narrow alleys, bustling markets, and historic structures. The Jamia Masjid, with its stunning wooden architecture, and the Shankaracharya Temple, perched atop a hill, are key landmarks that offer insights into the spiritual side of Kashmir. Exploring these sites is one of the top Things To Do In Kashmir for those interested in the region’s history and spirituality.

The markets of Srinagar, particularly the ones around Lal Chowk, are perfect for shopping for traditional Kashmiri handicrafts. Pashmina shawls, carpets, and papier-mâché items are among the most sought-after souvenirs. Visiting these markets and engaging with local artisans is a culturally enriching experience and a highlight among the Places To Visit In Kashmir.

Adventure Awaits in Kashmir

For adventure seekers, Kashmir offers an abundance of thrilling activities. Sonamarg, known as the "Meadow of Gold," is a paradise for trekkers and adventure enthusiasts. The Thajiwas Glacier trek is a popular choice, offering breathtaking views of snow-covered peaks and lush green meadows. In the summer, the glacier is accessible on foot, while in winter, it becomes a hub for sledding and snow biking, making it one of the top Things To Do In Kashmir for adventure lovers.

River rafting in the Lidder River is another adrenaline-pumping activity. The river’s fast-flowing waters and challenging rapids provide the perfect setting for an exhilarating experience. Whether you are a seasoned rafter or a beginner, the Lidder River has something to offer, ensuring that this activity remains a favorite among the Things To Do In Kashmir.

The Sacred Sites of Kashmir

Kashmir is also home to several sacred sites that attract pilgrims and spiritual seekers from around the world. Amarnath Cave is one of the holiest shrines in Hinduism, dedicated to Lord Shiva. The annual Amarnath Yatra is a pilgrimage that thousands undertake every year, braving the challenging terrain and harsh weather conditions. The journey to the cave is arduous, but the spiritual rewards are immense, making it a significant aspect of the Things To Do In Kashmir for devotees.

Hazratbal Shrine in Srinagar is another important religious site, revered by Muslims. The shrine, located on the northern shores of Dal Lake, is known for housing a relic believed to be a hair strand of the Prophet Muhammad. The serene ambiance of the shrine, coupled with the breathtaking views of Dal Lake, makes it one of the sacred Places To Visit In Kashmir.

The Delightful Cuisine of Kashmir

No trip to Kashmir is complete without indulging in its delectable cuisine. The region’s culinary delights are a reflection of its rich cultural tapestry. Wazwan, a multi-course meal traditionally prepared during weddings and special occasions, is a must-try. The meal includes dishes like Rogan Josh (spiced lamb curry), Yakhni (lamb cooked in yogurt sauce), and Gushtaba (meatballs in yogurt gravy). Experiencing a Wazwan feast is among the most authentic Things To Do In Kashmir for food lovers.

Kahwa, the traditional Kashmiri tea made with saffron, cinnamon, and almonds, is another treat not to be missed. Sipping on a warm cup of Kahwa while overlooking the serene landscapes is one of the simple yet profound Things To Do In Kashmir. For dessert, Phirni (rice pudding) and Shufta (a dry fruit and paneer-based dish) are must-tries that offer a sweet end to a hearty Kashmiri meal.

Kashmir, with its unparalleled beauty and rich cultural heritage, offers a diverse range of experiences for every traveler. From exploring the scenic Places To Visit In Kashmir like the mesmerizing valleys and tranquil lakes to indulging in the exciting Things To Do In Kashmir such as adventure sports and cultural tours, this region has something to offer to everyone. Whether you seek peace, adventure, spirituality, or a taste of local culture, Kashmir promises an unforgettable journey that will leave you with memories to cherish for a lifetime.

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Unveiling the Botanical Beauty: A Journey Through RHS Garden Wisley in Surrey, England

When you step into RHS Garden Wisley in Surrey, England, you're not just visiting a garden; you're immersing yourself in over a century of horticultural excellence. Established in 1903, this destination boasts a variety of global plant collections and awe-inspiring landscapes. You'll find yourself drawn to The Glasshouse, where tropical, desert, and temperate zones coexist in harmony. Imagine wandering through beautifully designed mixed borders and rock gardens. But there's more to uncover—seasonal highlights, educational programs, and sustainable practices await. Are you ready to discover what makes Wisley a must-visit for nature lovers and gardening enthusiasts?

History of RHS Garden Wisley

RHS Garden Wisley has a fascinating history that dates back to 1903 when it was gifted to the Royal Horticultural Society. This garden's historical significance can't be overstated, as it has played a pivotal role in the development of horticultural practices in the UK. When you walk through the garden, you're not just seeing plants; you're witnessing over a century of botanical evolution and innovation.

At its inception, Wisley was much smaller and more modest than the expansive beauty you see today. Over the years, it has evolved into a premier horticultural destination, thanks to the efforts of the Royal Horticultural Society and countless gardeners dedicated to its growth. They've introduced new plant species, experimented with garden design, and refined cultivation techniques that have influenced gardens nationwide. Another iconic site in Surrey has also undergone significant transformations, mirroring the changing tastes and influences that have shaped Wisley's remarkable journey.

You'll appreciate how the garden's evolution reflects broader changes in horticultural science and design principles. From the introduction of exotic plants to the development of sustainable gardening practices, Wisley has been at the forefront. Its transformation from a private estate to a world-renowned garden is a demonstration of its enduring legacy and historical importance in the world of horticulture.

Must-See Attractions

As you explore Wisley, don't miss the iconic Glasshouse, a marvel of modern horticultural engineering. This impressive structure hosts an array of diverse plant collections from around the world.

Step inside, and you'll be greeted by towering palms, exotic orchids, and vibrant ferns. The Glasshouse's three climatic zones—tropical, moist temperate, and dry temperate—provide a unique experience of global biodiversity all under one roof.

Next, take a leisurely stroll through the Mixed Borders. Known for their stunning landscape design, these borders burst with color and texture, showcasing a harmonious blend of perennials, shrubs, and bulbs.

The careful arrangement of plant species guarantees year-round interest, making it a photographer's paradise.

Don't overlook the Rock Garden, a staple of Wisley's diverse attractions. Its intricate design incorporates alpine plants, water features, and stone pathways, creating a serene escape.

The rock formations and cascading streams highlight the garden's exceptional craftsmanship.

Seasonal Highlights

Experience the ever-changing beauty of Wisley as each season brings its own spectacular highlights.

In spring, you'll be greeted by a stunning array of seasonal blooms, from carpets of tulips to the delicate blossoms of cherry trees. It's the perfect time for wildlife spotting, with birds returning and new life emerging in the ponds and meadows.

Summer bursts with vibrant colors and fragrances, as roses, dahlias, and lavender take center stage. The Long Borders are particularly impressive, offering a breathtaking display of coordinated planting. You'll notice bees and butterflies dancing around, adding to the garden's lively atmosphere.

Autumn transforms Wisley into a palette of warm hues, with trees and shrubs donning their fiery reds, oranges, and yellows. The orchard is ripe with fruit, and the Vegetable Garden showcases the season's harvest. It's also a prime time for spotting squirrels gathering food for winter.

Winter brings a serene, frosty beauty. Evergreen shrubs and winter-flowering plants like hellebores and witch hazel offer unexpected color. The birds that stay through winter are easier to spot, making it a magical time for wildlife enthusiasts.

Each visit to Wisley promises a new and enchanting experience.

The Glasshouse Experience

Step into the Glasshouse, and you'll find a world of exotic plants and unique ecosystems waiting to be explored. This impressive structure at RHS Garden Wisley houses a diverse collection of tropical plants from around the globe. As you walk through, you'll notice the meticulous climate control that guarantees each plant thrives in conditions reminiscent of its natural habitat.

Inside the Glasshouse, you'll experience:

Tropical Rainforest Zone: Lush, green foliage and vibrant flowers that transport you to a jungle paradise.

Desert Zone: Succulents and cacti from arid regions, showcasing their resilience and unique adaptations.

Temperate Zone: A variety of plants that prefer milder climates, including many colorful blooms and interesting foliage.

Waterfall: A stunning feature that creates a soothing ambiance and supports the humidity-loving plants nearby.

Each zone is designed to mimic the specific climate conditions these plants need. The tropical plants, for instance, flourish under increased humidity and warmth, thanks to precise climate control systems.

Take your time to wander through these diverse environments, and you'll gain a deeper appreciation for the beauty and complexity of plant life. The Glasshouse at Wisley is truly a haven for plant enthusiasts and curious visitors alike.

Educational Programs

After exploring the diverse ecosystems within the Glasshouse, you can enhance your visit by participating in RHS Garden Wisley's engaging educational programs. These programs are designed to deepen your understanding of horticulture and foster a greater appreciation for the natural world.

One of the highlights is the gardening workshops. These hands-on sessions cover a wide range of topics, from soil health to seasonal planting techniques. Whether you're a novice gardener or an experienced horticulturist, you'll find valuable insights and practical tips to improve your gardening skills. Expert instructors guide you through each step, ensuring you leave with the knowledge and confidence to apply what you've learned at home.

Plant identification classes are another fantastic offering. During these sessions, you'll learn to recognize various plant species, understand their growing conditions, and appreciate their unique characteristics. This skill is invaluable for anyone looking to enhance their garden or simply enjoy nature more fully.

Sustainability Initiatives

At RHS Garden Wisley, sustainability initiatives play an essential role in promoting environmentally friendly practices and preserving natural resources. You'll find that the garden is committed to eco-friendly practices that have a positive impact on the environment. By focusing on organic gardening, Wisley guarantees that harmful chemicals are kept out of the soil, water, and plants.

RHS Garden Wisley embraces a wide array of sustainable actions, including:

Water Conservation: Utilizing rainwater harvesting systems to reduce dependence on mains water.

Composting: Transforming garden waste into nutrient-rich compost to enhance soil health and reduce landfill waste.

Wildlife Habitats: Creating areas that support local wildlife, encouraging biodiversity within the garden.

Renewable Energy: Implementing solar panels and other renewable energy sources to power various garden facilities.

These initiatives aren't just about maintaining the garden's beauty but also about setting a standard for gardeners everywhere.

When you visit, you'll notice the dedication to preserving natural resources and promoting eco-friendly practices. By adopting these methods, RHS Garden Wisley proves that it's possible to create stunning landscapes while caring for the planet.

Dining Options

You'll find a variety of dining options at RHS Garden Wisley that cater to different tastes and dietary preferences. Whether you're craving a light snack or a hearty meal, the garden's cuisine offerings have got you covered.

Begin your culinary journey at The Glasshouse Café, where you can enjoy fresh salads, sandwiches, and pastries in a relaxed, airy setting. For a more substantial meal, head over to The Food Hall, which features a range of hot dishes, including vegan and gluten-free options.

If you're after a quintessentially British experience, don't miss out on afternoon tea at The Terrace Restaurant. Here, you can savor scones with clotted cream and jam, finger sandwiches, and an array of cakes, all while overlooking the picturesque gardens.

For those on the go, the Wisley Café offers quick bites like soups, sandwiches, and delicious coffee to fuel your explorations.

Each venue at Wisley provides unique dining experiences, ensuring there's something for everyone. With such a diverse selection of cuisine offerings, you won't go hungry while enjoying the beauty of the gardens. Another beloved destination in Surrey offers a similarly delightful mix of history, beauty, and culinary pleasures, making your visit all the more memorable. So take your pick and savor the fresh, locally-sourced ingredients that make each meal special.

Events and Exhibitions

While enjoying a meal or a snack, don't miss out on the diverse events and exhibitions that make RHS Garden Wisley a dynamic and engaging destination.

There's always something happening that can turn your visit into a memorable experience. From seasonal flower shows to enthralling horticultural fairs, the garden is a bustling hub of activity.

Throughout the year, you can immerse yourself in a variety of events designed to appeal to all ages and interests. Here are some highlights you won't want to miss:

Flower Shows: Experience a vivid display of blooms, where you can marvel at the creativity and expertise of top horticulturists.

Horticultural Fairs: Shop for unique plants, gardening tools, and accessories while gaining valuable advice from experts.

Workshops and Demonstrations: Participate in hands-on sessions that teach you about everything from plant care to landscape design.

Seasonal Festivals: Celebrate the changing seasons with events that feature themed activities, crafts, and entertainment.

These events not only enhance your visit but also provide endless opportunities to learn and be inspired by the beauty of horticulture.

Membership Benefits

Becoming a member of RHS Garden Wisley reveals a wealth of exclusive benefits that enhance every visit. As a member, you'll enjoy exclusive access to special events and early entry opportunities, allowing you to experience the gardens in a more intimate and serene setting.

Membership also grants you discounted tickets for family and friends, making it easier to share the beauty of Wisley with your loved ones without breaking the bank.

You'll receive a subscription to The Garden magazine, packed with expert advice and stunning photography, keeping you informed and inspired all year round. Members also benefit from free entry to all RHS gardens, as well as over 200 partner gardens across the UK and abroad. This means you can explore a wide variety of horticultural wonders without worrying about additional costs.

Additionally, you'll enjoy exclusive member-only previews of new exhibitions and events, ensuring you're always the first to see the latest offerings. Discounts on workshops, talks, and courses further enrich your experience, providing opportunities to deepen your gardening knowledge and skills.

Visitor Information

When planning your visit to RHS Garden Wisley, knowing the essential details can help you make the most of your experience. Start by checking the garden's opening hours, as they vary seasonally. Booking your tickets online in advance is highly recommended to avoid long queues. If you're driving, ample parking is available on-site, including designated spaces for disabled visitors.

Here are some visitor tips to enhance your trip:

Plan Ahead: Check the RHS Garden Wisley website for any special events or temporary closures.

Dress Comfortably: Wear comfortable shoes and weather-appropriate clothing for walking around the expansive grounds.

Bring Essentials: Don't forget sunscreen, a hat, and a reusable water bottle.

Dining Options: Several cafes and restaurants are available, offering a range of food and drink options.

RHS Garden Wisley is committed to inclusivity and offers various accessibility features. Wheelchair and mobility scooter rentals are available, and many paths are designed to be accessible. Accessible toilets and parking further ensure a comfortable visit for everyone. Another popular spot in Surrey also ensures that visitors of all abilities can enjoy its stunning landscapes, making Wisley a welcoming destination for all.

Enjoy your time exploring the stunning gardens and make sure to take advantage of these amenities.

Frequently Asked Questions

Are Pets Allowed Within RHS Garden Wisley?

You're probably wondering about the pet policies for garden experiences. Unfortunately, you can't bring pets to RHS Garden Wisley. Only assistance dogs are allowed, so plan your visit accordingly. Enjoy your time there!

Is There a Gift Shop at RHS Garden Wisley?

Yes, you'll find a gift shop with a variety of offerings. They've got unique souvenirs, gardening tools, books, and more. Don't miss out on exploring the diverse items available to remember your visit!

Can I Hold a Private Event at RHS Garden Wisley?

You can definitely hold a private event there. They offer various event types and the venue capacity can accommodate different group sizes. It's perfect for weddings, corporate gatherings, or special celebrations. Just contact them for details.

Are There Any Guided Tours Available at RHS Garden Wisley?

Yes, there are guided tour options available. You'll enjoy expert-led experiences that provide deep insights into the garden's features and plant collections. Booking in advance is recommended to secure your spot on these informative tours.

What Are the Photography Policies at RHS Garden Wisley?

You should follow proper photography etiquette and be mindful of equipment restrictions. Don't use tripods or drones without permission. Always respect other visitors and avoid obstructing paths or damaging plants while taking photos.

You'll find RHS Garden Wisley in Surrey, England, an unforgettable destination for both gardening enthusiasts and nature lovers.

With its rich history, diverse plant collections, and stunning landscapes, there's always something new to discover.

Don't miss The Glasshouse, the seasonal highlights, and the educational programs.

Enjoy delicious dining options and engaging events that make every visit special.

Become a member to enjoy even more benefits.

So, what're you waiting for? Plan your visit today!

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