#blue windflower

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Friday 19 April 2024

In the shade of a woodland garden the Anemone blanda (winter windflower, Balkan anemone) were flowering. The flowers are an intense blue, but the species can produce shades of pink and white. This spreading perennial here contrasts with the silver evergreen foliage of Lamium maculatum 'Beacon Silver' (spotted deadnettle).

Jill Raggett

[vandaliatraveler]

It was a dreary Saturday on Chestnut Ridge, but even the bleakest days are brightened by Spring’s dazzling gifts. From top: a wood anemone (Anemone quinquefolia) grudgingly unfolds its petals in search of sunlight; common sassafras (Sassafras albidum) shows off its yellow-green blooms; smooth Solomon’s seal (Polygonatum biflorum), whose pendulous flowers are near to bloom; the magnificent marsh blue violet (Viola cucullata Aiton), a lover of damp stream banks and bogs; heartleaf foamflower (Tiarella cordifolia), whose resplendent flower spikes are matched in beauty by its velvety, luxuriant foliage; and the fragile, sylph-like sessile bellwort (Uvularia sessilifolia), whose principle pollinator (Andrena uvulariae) specializes in this wildflower.

[jadeseadragon]

Peter Prehn 📷 Anemonoides oregana 

[isaac--r]

MY ISLAND GREW A BLUE ROSE ON ITS OWN???

No joke, I haven't been experimenting in breeding blue roses. The roses pictured around it are just random roses that I dug up from somewhere else and dumped there; I don't even know which ones it sprang from, or how many were originally there. Also, roses aren't native to my island. There's NO reason for my ilsand to behave like this lol

[teleportationmagic]

"Heyo!"

Despite all the different Robins, there was luckily one thing he could rely on - they went out of their way to be as cheery as possible. It could be adorable, but with the darkness around them, it was obnoxious twice as often.

The other constant was that wherever Robin was, there was a Batman not far behind. This one was leaning in the shadows, fabric twisting through the breeze, like the darkness actually did much to hide the padded shoulders under the cape. And he felt something like a sigh escape him.

New Robin usually meant new Batman. This one wasn't much taller then Robin'd been a few months ago. If he was optimistic he might think that Batman was injured, or away, or had decided to finally retire, but he didn't know that many optimists in this city. But Batman hadn't said anything then, and Robin had ignored his request with a smile, so here they were. Pretending.

"Riddler has broken out of prison. He's gone to ground, and we haven't been able to pick up any trace of him except this."

Robin takes the photo, the bright glove glowing under the Batsignal. She hands it over silently, before Batman makes a noise, garbled from underneath a voice modulator.

"Where did you find this?"

"The windowsill of 378 Windheiser Street."

"His childhood home." Robin pipes up, "Windowsill, windowsilllllll, windowsill?"

"Bloody Mary rules?"

"Ha ha. But wind? Twice?"

He clicks his tongue. "Maybe thrice. Do you what flower this is?" And that's a questions for all of them.

He hadn't thought that identifying the flower would be necessary. "Do you?"

And he was quiet. "You do." Robin said, a curl of her blonde hair around her finger, sounding delighted. "You're embarrassed."

"I am not!" He says, ignoring her. She's eyeing him, and maybe he is too, but the kid ignores it. There's too much mask on him too see his face. "It's windflower. There's a third."

He clears his through, the cigar heavy on his lips. "Could be a coincidence."

"Could be." She repeats, her voice dramatic.

"We'll look into it." The photo disappears into the folds of his cloak. "Is there anything else?"

"Not in particular." Something taps behind them, and he turns to look, a curse on his lips.

There's nothing there. There's nothing anywhere. Batman and Robin are gone with the picture, and left nothing behind but an incoming headache.

[cottage-and-castle]

anemone blanda

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if ur reading this, i owe you and you owe me. from the abyss i cry out... yearning. perhaps for reckoning, perhaps for salvation. but instead of god, i find an endless abyss. in the abyss, i am bathed in bright, blue light... a splash of green envelopes my face, forming a pointed, narrow diamond. the scene flattens into a screen. i cry into the thin space, hands aching and eyes bleary, but all that emerges is a green diamond, spinning on a screen.

[geopsych]

The side and back gardens are starting to liven up. From the top: imperial fritillary, blue speedwell and Greek windflower. Edit: also I forgot to mention grape hyacinth.

[zablife]

Ruins

Summary: With Tommy's love and support, Lily speaks to her husband for the first time in over a year.

A/N: A continuation of my AU between Tommy and his catatonic wife Lily, a victim of the Changretta family's brutality. Read their journey beginning with Lily, then Windflowers.

Warnings: mention of abuse, PTSD

"Tommy," it was the first word she'd spoken since her kidnapping and it nearly broke him. The sound of her fragile, aching voice calling for solace within the walls of their darkened bedroom.

He'd sprung forward instantly to embrace her, too afraid to let the fleeting moment for connection slip through his fingers. "I'm here. You're safe with me," he'd whispered against her skin, wondering how much she heard. "I love you, Lily," he professed early that morning, tears falling into her thick hair as he cradled her into him as carefully as he could manage.

Tommy didn't dare breathe as his wife rested her cheek atop the Romani sun just above his heart. In fact, he didn't sleep for hours afterward, devoting himself to her comfort as he lovingly stroked the long strands of hair that fell across his shoulder. He could only watch in hushed awe as her ribcage rose and fell against his in total relaxation.

"I never thought I'd hear you say it again," he whispered gratefully into the silence, chest swelling with emotion.

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The days after passed quickly, Lily's progress suddenly moving at a pace that frightened Tommy greatly. Words turned to sentences and soon he feared she would speak of the brutality she'd endured.

"What if I'm not ready, Pol?" he gulped, watching his aunt with anxious eyes.

"She can't put a face on any longer, my boy," Polly reminded him. "You've heard the doctor's reports...know what those men did to her. This will be the hardest part, I won't lie to you."

She took a deep breath as she rose from her chair, staring out the window to watch Lily in the garden, memories of her own misfortune returning to her. Turning to face her nephew she added thoughtfully, "The awful truth is the fingerprints stain your skin forever....All you can do now is be there for her, listen to her." Eyes filled with unshed tears, Polly squeezed Tommy's hand as she gave a firm nod, an unspoken understanding he would do the right thing.

Tommy bit down hard on his lower lip to keep it from trembling, a deep inhale of breath to steady himself before searching for his wife in the gardens.

"Lily, my darling," he greeted her with a soft kiss to her cheek. "How are you today?"

"It's hard...to...to be brave... alone," she stuttered.

"You don't have to be alone anymore," he promised, taking her hand in his, the ache of her limp hand never quite leaving his consciousness, guilt weighing him down like a boulder. "I'm here with you and if there's anything you want to say, I'm listening," he assured, the softness of his blue eyes washing over her in gentle waves.

Lily remained still for a lengthy period, back rigid against the garden bench and Tommy sighed in bitter disappointment for the silence lingering between them.

Then unexpectedly, her voice began in trepidation. It was a shaky start as she seemed to hum first, testing out her throat to see if it steady enough before venturing forth. Then, much to Tommy's surprise, the words came tumbling out. "I didn't say a word...surely that proves it," she seemed to accuse herself. Though the content was troubling, her tone remained flat and her eyes stared ahead, watching something far in the distance.

Tommy captured her face in his palms, forcing her gaze toward his. "Proves what, eh? I know you did everything you could," he insisted.

She fought against him for a moment, eyes wild as she jerked her chin defiantly, a harsh catch of her breath letting him know some agonizing memory was reaching the innermost workings of her mind, too deep for him to penetrate. Tommy lifted his hands from her face, palms raised in surrender to show she was free to do as she pleased.

When Lily saw she was safe, her breathing slowed and she ventured a glance toward Tommy. Passing a trembling hand through her hair she confided, “They said our girl would live…” her voice broke before adding bitterly, “They laughed because I was stupid enough to believe them.”

Then in a voice so quiet it was almost carried away on the wind, she whispered to the ground, “I wish I could explain why…”

Tommy reached for her once more, an empathetic warmth to his words as he promised, "I don't fucking care about those bastards. And you know why? Because what they’ve made you believe is a lie! You're so fucking strong. You fought to come back to me and you have no idea how much more I love you for that."

Lily's tear stained face turned slowly toward her husband, a mixture of shame and desperation pleading for his help, hoping just this once he could hear her through the broken words. “How could you love me now? It’s my…my fault.”

"You're not to blame, you hear me? I won't let you frame yourself for their sins anymore," Tommy answered with conviction.

She hung her head in disbelief, a single protest left upon her lips. "I'm in ruins, Tommy," she confessed, sadly. "Is that the wife you hoped to welcome home?"

Tommy gave her his answer by cupping her chin and brushing his lips to hers tenderly. The gentle affection was reassuring, a forgotten memory resurfacing of a spring afternoon like this one many years ago. Something in the familiarity of her surroundings, combined with Tommy’s comforting scent relaxed her, body melting into his as he cradled her against his broad shoulder. The kiss was short and chaste by comparison to those they'd shared in the past, but Tommy's heart soared as Lily reciprocated his affection with a sigh upon her lips.

Foreheads pressed together, Tommy sought Lily's hand, lacing their fingers together. "We'll rebuild," he proposed with a gentle squeeze. "Because you're mine and you always will be," he swore beneath the canopy of wisteria and roses.

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[betaorionis-fr]

I spent a good amount of hours working on this trip/advisor mimicking dragon bio template. link to my f2u asset thread, there's an auto-coding google sheet linked from there.

detailed image description under the cut.

[image: a screenshot or part of a dragon bio made to mimic a website. the header reads from left to right Tripadvisory, "Where to?" in brackets to resemble a search bar, Discover, Trips, Review, gem emoji, Gems, Sign in in square brackets. the line below reads Singers Cliff, Hotels (underlined and bolded), Things to Do, Restaurants, Flight routes, Travel stories, and then a kebab menu (three dots spanning a horizontal line). the next line, between two divs, reads: Windswept Plateau > Singer's Brook > Singer's Cliff. beneath that, in large bold text is the title "The Windflower Inn" - flush to the right on the same line is an @ symbol and a heart symbol. below the title are three more lines of text. the first begins with four green star symbols and a green dot then it sats 10 reviews | #1 of 8 small inns in Singer's Cliff. line 2 is an address, and line 3 is a speech bubble emoji and the text: Write a review. right aligned text reads (check availability). at the bottom of the screenshot are four images, a large one to the left, and three smaller ones to the right. the first, large, image is of a winding dirt and stone path leading through a garden to a cottage; the topmost small image shows a warmly lit tavern table with a plate of bread; the middle small image shows part of a bookshelf, and the lowermost small image shows a blue rug with a fancy light blue design on it. /end id.]

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 22 May 2024

In a shady border under some deciduous trees the Anemone nemorosa 'Robinsoniana' (wood anemone, windflower) was thriving. This rhizomatous herbaceous perennial has beautiful light lavender-blue flowers with silvery backs to the petals. It thrives in a moist but well drained soil.

Jill Raggett

[archie-sprites]

got a few more edits of My Guy to post here! in order

valentines nel & rafal duo, based on that FB. so nel has blue windflowers for her alear, and rafal has pink ones for nil!

mechanist rafal, testing teh boundaries of what constitutes a ninja alt. ninjas promote into mechanist, right? and puppetry is like necromancy

my boy in his casual somniel outfit. idk what this one counts as i just wanted to try it

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

The Kuchiki Clan's colour is Blue

And their heirlooms are white. (Kenseikan and Windflower Silk Scarf)

The Shiba Clan's colour is red

Now, I'd like to imagine that, before they were framed by the Gilded Nobility and the old Central 46, they also had heirlooms and that the colour was black.

I'm imagining Shiba Kaien, wearing a black scarf (there could be either black windflowers for example...) and them having some type of object (Kanzashi type or medallions, or even ceremonial Tanto) also in black.

[zee-the-zebra]

XZero Week 2024 Day 2: Garden

Remember last year when I did a drawing of Zero holding a blue windflower? Well now here is the aftermath of that where he planted a few, alongside red asters, which represent undying love.

Ciel approves.

[detect-thief]

For Grammas (Lolas) and Grampas (Lolos) who needs a little help. The Blue Sapphire, for the best and most precious people in the world

This includes:

- First Floor bedroom, Gramms/Gramps knees aren't what theyre used to be before so no getting up the ladder. A pull out couch for the granddaughter/grandson in Lola/Lolo duty (Usually just chats about life, how are yous). The bath is close so they don't have to travel much. The tatami bed coz its comfy and don't forget the tea (and tissue coz the crying will happen a lot)

- The Second floor bedroom, used to be Gramms/Gramps. The boat you guys diyd that one summer. The desk where you now reminisce your time together, fishing or just swapping stories. The chest filled with goodies but you can't open coz gramms/gramps said it isn't time yet ( and you fear the time you'll open it alone in the future).

- The Kitchen. Your artworks your gramms/gramps hanged on the walls. You were quite the artist back then, obssessed with Fish of all things. The cake on the dining, the best cake you'd ever made, which gramms/gramps taught you how to. The windflower on the table, their favourite (coz they use to see it a lot when you guys go out.)

- The Frontyard. The canvas chair you think is the best chair in the house (now older you think its the pull out in your gramms/gramps room but no one else knows that).

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So wow.

Life is short. Show your friends and family that you love them and care for them always. Make sure to make good memories with everyone. Document but don't stay on social media all the time.

I might make one before all the renovations made for the first floor bedroom. How it looked in the past...

Shushroom greets everyone a good night.