#host plant

[anipgarden]

*cracks knuckles* Hey everyone!

Lately I've been trying to find information about Sandhill Milkweed, a type of milkweed native to quite a few states in the Southeast region. It's ended up being trickier than I would like, since not a lot of people seem to talk about it or even acknowledge it's existence. Well, it's time to acknowledge it's existence!

Sandhill Milkweed (Asclepias humistrata), also known as Pinewoods Milkweed, is a gorgeous specimen of the Asclepias family that's an excellent host for Monarch and Queen butterflies, thrives in dry soils, and might be the perfect addition to your garden! And I have compiled all of the information I've learned about it into this helpful Google Doc, so you can learn all about it!

This isn't a formal research paper or anything, this is just something I spent way too much time on a few days ago, but I'll be adding to it as people ask questions and I find answers! Feel free to leave comments, or links to more information!

Open your heart and let this funky milkweed in!

[granny-e]

Green Antelopehorns milkweed, pods and seeds, leftover fuzz for nesting materials.

Green Antelopehorns milkweed Flowers from early spring.

[dystopiandramaqueen]

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Parasitic plants have developed a specialized structure, the haustorium, which is a modified root (Figure 23.36).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

[tenth-sentence]

It is clear that metabolites that are secreted or emitted as volatiles by the host plant provide important cues for the parasite.

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

[entomologize]

The arched hooktip moth with one of its host plants, paper birch.

[writterings]

honestly my state's pride was ultimately underwhelming this year for me, but i gotta say it's...somewhat nice that it can be boring? like im so accepted and validated by people in my life that pride no longer feels like (for me) an escape or outlet. i attended this specific event with my mom in 2018 and it was my first pride event. i was still in high school. i remember it literally brought me out of a deep depressive episode for a bit, because of how fun and affirming and safe it was. it was a celebration of me and people like me!

but now i kinda get that everyday in my life. so pride really only offers me a chance to hang with some friends, day drink, smoke weed in public, and pick up freebies at every tent. it's basically like any other holiday to me now. but isn't that amazing? that im so accepted and loved and celebrated as a whole queer person, that i can take something like pride for granted?

i'm super thankful for that. i'm still super thankful for pride.

and, i gotta say, it was really touching to see so many middle school and high school aged kids there, sometimes with their parents and sometimes by themselves. i hope they one day can find pride as "boring" as i do. i hope every queer person can.

[katakosmos]

thinking about her a lot

[multiplicity-positivity]

I was wondering if you could tell me: do you think the following is crazy?

We're a system of five. And we can't pinpoint which of us might be the host. We've been trying to pass the label "host" around between ourselves but for each of us it just feels wrong. None of us can identify with it.

We live together in a garden (our shared mindspace). And each of us has their own job taking care of the garden and protecting it. The garden in turn responds: when it is well maintained and nice things are growing in it, it feels happy. If parts of the garden are neglected or accidentally destroyed, the garden (and the system as a whole) will start feeling bummed out, sad, irritable and angry. Our garden seems to be sentient in that way.

Recently I've been wondering if the garden is our host? Maybe being human was too painful for them so they just........ceased to be human? (We're traumagenic). In many systems, alters are created to protect and look after the host. And we protect and look after our garden.

It would explain a few things, if the garden really is our host. But then again, I wonder if that's too far fetched or impossible.

Hi! This garden very well could be your system’s host. It’s important to note, though, that not all systems have a host, and that’s okay! Not all systems (even traumagenic ones!) form by alters developing in order to look after the host. Lots of systems either lost their host or never had one to begin with. Both of these are valid and somewhat common experiences to have!

If conceptualizing this garden as your system’s host is beneficial and helpful for y’all, we say go for it! It is entirely possible to have nonhuman and yes, even plant or verdant, headmates. We don’t think this is crazy, far-fetched, or impossible at all! You should view your system and all of your members in ways that help your whole collective feel seen, acknowledged, and affirmed. We hope that your system can come to better understand yourselves and this garden/potential host as you all work together in the future!

[scriv3lloirl]

Little Shop of Rodents. Squeak Row.

AU Developed by me n @harpoonsnotspoons

[theshadowrealmitself]

I love misunderstandings (in specific situations)

Vulcan: You smell…pleasant…

Human, who works with Vulcan plants and makes soap and stuff out of them just to justify having so many plants: Oh! Um, thank you?

Vulcan, suspicious: Humans don’t usually smell pleasant, typically they smell neutral or somewhat odd

Human: …what?

[rohirric-hunter]

Angstober Day 02: Countdown

I did not write this on the second. I wrote it this morning.

~*~*~*~

The final day dawns, and you are up early.

Well, you believe it is dawn. The sun does not penetrate the cloud cover above, which you imagine is thickest to the east, where it originates. But the earliest risers in the Camp of the Host have begun to stir, and you with them.

Breakfast is surprisingly cheery.

You all know what lies before you, and what lies behind. And you all know that today is likely the last day you will ever see. There is no reason, you suppose, for the cooks to be stingy. The rations are still road rations, but the helpings are larger than you had expected, and more dressed up. You find what remains of the Grey Company gathered around a cookfire with a few Rangers of Ithilien. Most of the party is known to you, and you laugh along with the others as Radanir and Thurindol exchange barbed words with no heat behind them about the use of Elfspear as a seasoning. The plant they are arguing about bears little resemblance to the Elfspear you are familiar with, which grows in spiky bunches close to the ground up and down the Great East Road from the Brandywine to the Hoarwell. You daren't venture a guess as to whether or not they are related. You suspect Orthonn knows, but he watches the argument with a smirk, and does not offer his opinion on the matter.

Radanir and Thurindol both likely know too, you reflect, but the argument is comfortable. It feels safe.

Your back and shoulders still ache from — you do not allow your mind to drift to such dark thoughts, not yet. There are better things to reflect on. Instead you set your empty plate aside and stretch the sore muscles. Lothrandir sits beside you, startling you. You had not heard him approach. But he does not speak, only smiles sadly, and takes your arms, gently repositioning them into what you can feel at once is a more effective stretch. You nod your thanks, and he accepts it with a gentle squeeze of your hand, before turning his attention back to the entertainment in the center of the little breakfast circle.

Breakfast cannot last forever. The minutes are counting down until you must all go your separate ways, to attend to your last duties before the end.

But for now, you laugh, as Thurindol finally wrests the Elfspear from Radanir's hands and throws it into the pot, drowning out Radanir's cries of protest with a triumphant exclamation: "It's good for you!"

"And tastes of mud from the swamps of Angmar," Radanir retorts.

You pull your cloak about yourself and lean your head against Lothrandir's shoulder as they argue, tuning out the details and relaxing in the moment. Part of you wishes Hathellang was here — but no. He is — not safe, but safer. He will have a chance, the chance you tossed aside when you agreed to come here, to follow Strider the Ranger to certain doom in the hopes of buying time. He can run and hide and live.

Breakfast will be over soon — but until then, you are content.

[rigginsstreet]

Believe me, I am very much pissed off at trump supporters and anyone who voted for that man but at the same time…this rhetoric of “we’ve gotta be meaner to them” …what is that going to do exactly? It’s not gonna make them change their minds it’s only gonna make them dig their heels in deeper to their beliefs. You can do all the name calling you want and it will feel good in the moment but it’s not gonna actually change anything. Honestly I only see it making things worse

[natureisthegreatestartist]

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Successful pathogens have evolved various mechanisms to invade their host plant and cause disease (Figure 23.25).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

[l3m0nflavoredst1mz]

may i have a kaoru hitachiin stimboard?? manga or anime is fine, tysm :D have a good day!

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