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anonymousewrites · 6 months ago

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Three

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Three: One Hell of an Investigation

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) investigate Maurice Cole for Ciel.

Sebastian and (Y/N) could freely move about the school as housemasters, so when it came to tailing Maurice Cole for signs of dishonesty as a drudge, it was quite doable—especially for two demons of their caliber. So, once 9:00 hit, they followed him to a music room where he was meeting with two younger students during their first period recess.

“Cole! We’ve done as you asked!” said one of the boys eagerly handing over a folder.

Cole opened it and flipped through the sheets of data. He smiled brightly, and (Y/N) didn’t miss how he used his reputation as the most beautiful student in school to his advantage. “Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been a great help. There’s just no end to the duties of a prefect’s drudge, you know! But let’s make this our little secret, alright?” He winked.

“We understand completely!” chorused the two underclassmen. “We’re happy we were able to be of assistance.”

“I’ve got to decide on my own drudge soon. A fellow as capable as the two of you!” Cole smiled and waved before leaving the underclassmen to squabble over who might get chosen—though his lies and manipulation was clear.

From outside the room where they listened carefully, (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged a look. They just needed to ensure that Cole was passing the work off as his own. So, they slipped from the school building towards Scarlet Fox House and scaled the outside to hang and watch. Cole approached Redmond’s door. He knocked.

“Excuse me,” he said politely as he entered. “Redmond, I’ve compiled the data as you requested.”

“That was quick,” said Redmond in surprise. He took the folder and examined the work. He smiled. “You’ve done your usual neat job of it, I see. You’re always a great help.”

“No, no, not at all,” said Cole, deflecting with demure humility. “Oh, right. Do you have any requests for your snack today?”

“Now let me see.” Redmond considered. “It’s been some time since I’ve had your lemon myrtle souffle glace. I’d like to have a taste of that again.”

“Gladly!” said Cole, saluting cutely.

(Y/N) raised a brow. There was no way to have that prepared so soon, not if made by Cole himself while also attending to other drudge duties. They and Sebastian would have to see if “he” succeeded. If he did, it was most certainly someone else’s work.

So, though they had to complete Ciel’s own drudge work—though he was no one’s personal drudge he had to do his own chores—Sebastian and (Y/N) quickly went to hide near the Swan Gazebo to listen in to the afternoon tea of the P4.

“Redmond, I present you with the lemon myrtle souffle glace you requested,” said Cole. “And we have milk tea today, made with uva tea leaves.”

“Blimey,” said Cheslock. “How’d you manage to make that complicated stuff every single day?”

Cole smiled. “Redmond deserves nothing but the best. Please have some, too, if you’d like, Violet.”

So, Cole had the souffle, somehow. Yet again, it was highly likely he’d used others to get it made instead of doing it himself.

“I will investigate the details of the souffle,” said Sebastian to (Y/N) from where they hid.

“I have found a few students who have had dealings with Cole,” said (Y/N). “I will speak to them.”

“I’m sure you will get the answers you need,” said Sebastian, smirking.

“Of course,” said (Y/N), raising their chin proudly.

“Are you having trouble finding a book?” said (Y/N), stepping into the empty library aisle.

Joanne Harcourt, a second-former, jumped as (Y/N) approached. “A-Ah, hello, Mr. Noir.”

He averted his gaze nervously. He was a shy student, but he was an excellent student, bright and hard-working. Unfortunately, once Harcourt had his “miscommunication” with Cole, people refused to associate with him because he was a liar.

“Hello, Harcourt,” said (Y/N). “What can I help you with?”

“I’m trying to find Hegel’s Logic,” said Harcourt.

“Impressive,” said (Y/N), smiling as they looked around and spotted the book. “There it is.” They slid it from the shelf and handed it to Harcourt. “Here you are. Is this for your own work or are you helping a friend? I daresay you must be popular in classes if you’re so bright, especially for a Scarlet Fox student.”

Harcourt turned red at the praise, shy as ever. “Oh, no…Not at all.” Tears came to his eyes. “People don’t like me very much…”

(Y/N)’s brow creased, and they frowned in concern. “Are you alright, Harcourt? Is something on your mind?”

“W-Well…” Harcourt clearly wanted to speak, but he was nervous.

“You can speak to me, Harcourt. About anything,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Or, if you’d feel more comfortable, we can go to the chapel. A confession is sure to life the burden from your shoulders.”

“I—I would like that,” said Harcourt quietly.

“Cole said that he did indeed hand deliver an invitation to the Swan Gazebo to me, but…” Harcourt’s voice shook. “I never received it. And somehow, despite it all, there the invitation was, in my desk…I truly wasn’t lying!” He began to cry as all the emotions of the humiliating experience spilled out. “But everyone calls me a liar even so.”

“It must be hard to not have anyone believe you,” said (Y/N) from the other side of the confessional. “But I do. And so does the Lord. Pray. Release your feelings about this incident.” They smiled. “I’m sure that the truth will come out, and everything will be alright.” They put a check next to Harcourt’s name on the list of students with possible dealings with Cole. “People will come to see your worth.”

“Th-Thank you, Mr. Noir,” said Harcourt quietly. He paused, and (Y/N) sensed that he wished to say more.

“Is there something else you wish to confess, Harcourt?” said (Y/N).

“I…I think that Cole deliberately hurt me because I’m…” Harcourt swallowed. “I’m different than some of the other boys here.” His gaze went to the ground, and (Y/N) felt they knew what he was about to speak about. “Cole is favored by Redmond because he is beautiful. And everyone thinks so. But I—I’m not—I didn’t see him as pretty. I think Cole spread the idea that I’m-I’m not into…pretty people. Women.”

And there it was. The slight confession hung in the air. Harcourt, intelligently, disguised it as Cole implying he was not attracted to women and so it was a false rumor, but (Y/N) could hear the truth in the statement. Harcourt was a queer student, and he could feel (Y/N) was the safest adult to speak to. (Y/N) understood—as a human, they had no one to speak to when they began to realize the roles and identity they had been assigned did not fit them.

“Is…Is that alright? Or will people hate me for that rumor forever, too?” said Harcourt.

“Cole uses his looks so that others will let down their guard and look at him the way he accuses you look at other men,” said (Y/N). “Whatever he says, he is using the same principle to help himself. Do not give his hurtful ideas credence. Remember that he uses it to his advantage.”

“Th-Thank you,” said Harcourt. He spoke shakily. “A-And, the things he said…they were cruel. I don’t—I’m—I’m not wrong. I’m just different than someone people…right?”

The words were desperate, searching for something that could promise Harcourt wasn’t broken in some way.

(Y/N) found themself once again despising the current society that refused to allow people to just be themselves in ways that harmed no one. “You are fine the way you are, Harcourt. Even if some people do not understand or you have to act a certain way for approval, you are not wrong for your mind. Or your heart. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” said Harcourt, the word a faint whisper of relief as someone accepted him. He knew that being honest about parts of himself would never be possible, but having a single person say he was alright in who he was gave him hope in his future.

“Good,” said (Y/N).

The future would be difficult for the queer students at Weston College, and, though there were some places for them to be freer—like the restaurant they and Sebastian had found—they would always have to hide more than straight people did. So, (Y/N) would make sure they had a few moments of peace at Weston. They had seen several couples sneaking around already in the bit of time they’d spent at the college, and whenever (Y/N) caught them, they pretended they hadn’t seen them and merely remarked on how easy it was to find people in those places and happened to remark on the better places to hide activity.

It wasn’t much, but (Y/N), although they were a demon, could give a few moments of peace to the students who wouldn’t always be able to be themselves freely.

(Y/N) wished someone had done so for them.

And so, to spite the society that had raised them and now raised this generation, they’d fight in the small ways they could.

And one day, they’d watch the rules society had placed around queerness crumble and grin as they turned to dust.

“I came across approximately four students who had fallen victim to the wiles of Maurice Cole,” reported (Y/N) at the end of the day as they stood beside Sebastian to give their findings to Ciel.

“Just as I thought,” nodded Ciel.

“Not only that,” added Sebastian. “It is highly likely that he leaves the majority of his drudge duties to other students. For example, making souffle glace requires at least a few hours of chilling. It would be impossible for him to make it during drudge time alone without anybody assisting him.”

Ciel frowned. “I’d like to know more about his movements in Red House, but…since I have you take care of my chores during drudge time and (Y/N) has to do their duties as housemaster whenever you’re busy, I need another pawn in Red House where Cole resides. And let’s not forget it was Derrick’s house as well.”

“However, I cannot recommend creating another vacancy by force,” advised Sebastian.

“Especially in such a short time,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“Besides, even if someone is offered a place, he cannot choose the houses in which he is to reside,” said Sebastian. “House assignments depend on one’s social-status and the like-mindedness of one’s personality.”

“I know, I know,” grumbled Ciel. “But where am I to find someone possessing both the status and wealth that will guarantee his assignment to the Scarlet Fox house, which allows only the noblest of bloodlines, and who will be permitted to enroll as a special exception even if there is no vacancy…”

(Y/N) coughed. “I believe we have just the person living in your town house, currently.”

Sebastian and Ciel’s eyes widened as they realized who (Y/N) was suggesting. They were right; he was the perfect person.

“I positively do not want to send for him,” said Ciel, groaning as he realized how much he was about to invite trouble into Weston.

“However, he is indeed a rather special individual who satisfies all those conditions,” said Sebastian.

Ciel let out a long groan. “And I must use whatever advantage I have…”

“Shall we send for him, then?” said (Y/N) brightly.

Ciel put his head down on the desk in defeat.

Barely two days later, the plan had succeeded. The entire school crowded outside as the heard music playing, and their eyes widened as the “special exception” to enrollment entered the campus of Weston College in a parade.

Servants dressed in ornate outfits danced as an elephant with a carriage balanced on top carried the latest student—Prince Soma.

“So this is what they call a school!” exclaimed Soma, looking out over the campus and crowd with a wide smile. “It is quite large! About the size of my family home!”

Ciel forced a smile, but his eye twitched at the dramatic display. Still, he had counted on it. “He’s made it into Scarlet House in splendid fashion, I see. The brand and wealth of Indian royalty is clearly nothing to scoff at.”

“Be that as it may, I still did not anticipate he would come to school on an elephant,” admitted Sebastian.

“I expected some drama but not a whole parade,” said (Y/N). “Though we should have, it is Soma.”

“Ciel!” cried Soma as he noticed his friend. “I’ve come for you! I was surprised to receive a letter from you out of the blue! If you’d told me you would be lonely here, I could have come with you, silly!”

Ciel turned away and tried to make his escape in the crowd since he’d told Soma to pretend they didn’t know each other. It would break the case for them to already know each other, but he thought it’d be better for them to be strangers. Unfortunately, Soma was too friendly to go alone with that idea.

“Ciel! Hey! Are you listening to me?” called Soma. Upon receiving no respond, he snapped his fingers. The elephant reached down with its trunk and snatched Ciel. “Why don’t we go together?”

Ciel let out an indignant (and scared) cry at being caught, and everyone stared in shock. “Enough with your jokes! Put me down at once! I know I shouldn’t have sent for you!”

(Y/N) and Sebastian turned away so that they could pretend to not know Soma. If Ciel couldn’t protect his reputation from the ridiculous (but entertaining and fairly endearing) prince, they would.

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magickkate · 9 months ago

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Witches! Today, let's dive into the mystical world of correspondences associated with the days of the week. Each day holds its own unique energy and significance, making them powerful tools in your magical practice. Here's a quick guide to help you harness the magic of each day:

🌞 Sunday: Sunday is the first day of the week, perfect for new beginnings. This day rules the conscious element of the human mind, the ego, the "real self." It is your confidence, your strength, your resilience, your personal power. The sun is life giving, it’s energetic, it inspires growth and accomplishment.

Planet: Sun Color: Yellow, Gold Plants: Sunflower + Marigold Stones: Diamond, Amber, Tiger's Eye, Carnelian, Sunstone, Topaz, Gold Herbs: Cedar, Frankincense, Lemon, St. Johns Wort Foods: Orange God(s)/Goddess(es): Brigid, Helios, Apollo, Lugh, and Beli or Bel

🥈Monday: Mondays are ruled by the moon and the divine feminine energy that this celestial body is associated with. The cycle of the moon has long been associated with the menstrual cycle. Therefor it is an excellent planet to work with for fertility, transformation, and change.

Color: white, silver, blue Plants: bluebells, jasmine, gardenias, or white roses Stones: moonstone, pearl Herbs: Jasmine, Lemon, Sandalwood, Honeysuckle, Myrtle, Willow, and Wormwood Foods: Melon God(s)/Goddess(es): Selene, Luna, Diana, Artemis, and Toth

🏮Tuesday: Tuesday is ruled by the planet mars who is associated with the roman god of war Ares. This day of the week is perfect for any areas of your life that requires strength, courage and speed.

Planet: Mars Color: scarlet, red, black, and orange Plants: snapdragon, thistle, and holly Stones: garnet, bloodstone Herbs: Basil, Ginger, Black Pepper, Dragon's blood and patchouli Foods: carrots, peppers, and garlic God(s)/Goddess(es): Ares, Tiwaz, Tiw, and Tyr

🔶Wednesday: Wednesday is ruled by the planet Mercury, making this the perfect day for communication. If there’s a conflict that needs addressing, a big decision to discuss, a promotion you want to ask your boss for, or any other situation where communication will be your sword, this is the day to harness that magic.

Planet: Mercury Color: purple, orange Plants: fern, lavender, lily of the valley, aspen Stones: citrine, agate, aventurine, mica, pumice, quicksilver, zinc Herbs: lavender, eucalyptus, jasmine, sweet-pea Foods: unknown. God(s)/Goddess(es): Odin, Athena, Hermes

🍏Thursday: Thursdays are ruled by the planet Jupiter. It is also associated with the Norse god Thor and the Roman God Jupiter. Jupiter is the largest planet and therefor the most powerful. Thursday is the best day to perform manifesting magic. Prepare that money magic, ask for that raise, have fun with friends and loved ones.

Planet: Jupiter Color: blue, purple, green Plants: oak, wheat Stones: amethyst, lepidolite, sugilite, tin Herbs: Clove, Oakmoss, Cinnamon, Musk, Nutmeg, and Sage Foods: unknown. God(s): Thor, Jupiter, Zeus, Taranis, Perun, and Perkunas.

📘Friday: Fridays are ruled by the feel good planet Venus. This day is usually associated with reward and relaxation due to the end of the work week, but the influence is also due to the celestial body that governs it. Fridays are for indulging. It’s date night. It’s a luxurious bath with a glass of wine. It’s celebrating your free time.

Planet: Venus Color: pink and aqua Plants: rose Stones: rose quartz, jade, lapis lazuli, coral, emerald, malachite, copper Herbs: Rose, Yarrow, Cardamon, Strawberry, Sandalwood, Saffron, and Vanilla, Thyme Foods: strawberries God(s)/Goddess(es): Eros, Venus, Aphrodite, Freya

✒️ Saturday: Ruled by Saturn, Saturday is ideal for grounding, protection, and banishing negativity. It's a great day for spells related to structure, discipline, and long-term goals.

Planet: Saturn Color: black and deep purple Plants: pansy, morning glory , cypress Stones: obsidian, hematite, or jet, Coral, Hematite, Salt, Lead, Serpentine, Pewter Herbs: Cypress, Myrrh, Patchouli, Black Poppy seeds, Mullein Foods: unknown. God(s)/Goddess(es): Hecate, Saetere, Saturn, Cronos, the Norns, Loki.

As always, while these correspondences can serve as a helpful guide, feel free to adapt them to suit your own intuition and magical practice. Experiment with different spells and rituals on each day to discover what resonates best for you. Embrace the magic of each day and let it guide you on your witchy journey! 🌟✨

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bumblebeeappletree · 4 months ago

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Costa meets a young gardening couple who have created a habitat haven and productive paradise four storeys up.

City living offers many conveniences – but also many challenges for keen gardeners.

In busy Edgecliffe, right in the heart of Sydney, a rooftop garden overlooking a busy train line is the only space available to Philip Georgiou and Ian Belgiorno-Zegna, but they’ve still managed to carve out a productive, potted palace to enjoy outdoors.

“We’re really lucky to have this space,” says Phil.

The total area is 350 square metres – and 200 square metres of that is the roof garden. Some is paved and some has decking, but all the plants – from tiny succulents to olive trees – are in pots.

“I’ll use the herbs from here – we use the rosemary nearly every night,” says Ian. “Phil got me onto the native trees and I’m eating lilly-pilly berries now.”

Their Eureka lemon (Citrus limon cv.) tree looks really healthy. “We had lavender underneath, but we took it out and it’s really taken off,” says Ian. Costa agrees that’s a good move because lemons don’t like any competition around their shallow roots.

Costa spots a tumbler compost bin: “Because you can’t put in on the ground, this is really appropriate for this space,” he says. Turns out it was a gift from Phil to Ian for his birthday!

They’ve also joined the ShareWaste scheme after seeing in on Gardening Australia. They receive donations of other people’s garden scraps to make compost to use on their garden.

Costa checks out the compost and says moisture wise it’s perfect – he advises mixing it into the soil after clearing a crop or spreading it around crops, making sure to cover with mulch to stop it drying out and killing the useful microbes in the compost.

“Then that compost will perform all those feeding and water-holding roles.”

Ian and Phil are growing peas, silverbeet, carrots, rocket, pineapples, herbs succulents, cycads, cacti and plenty more.

They have done a lot of work to the roof area, which was all decking when they moved in. Some of the challenges include having to get an engineer’s report to check that the roof would sustain the weight of their many pots – the large cube planters weigh more than a tonne by the time they’re full of wet potting mix, and there are 13 of these alone, plus dozens of others.

Another issue was drainage – they had to make sure all the water would drain into one corner.

The pair loves native plants and have nearly 20 grevilleas, plus callistemon, eucalyptus and banksia. There’s also lots of edible produce that they use in the kitchen. Phil’s favourite is Grevillea rhyolitica ‘Deua Flame’, which has a pretty, pendulous red flower and bright green leaves. He loves them because they flower all year around and attract loads of bees.

They ask Costa about how best to prune a bottlebrush tree to reduce the size without hacking it too much. Costa advises trimming back the flower spikes after flowering. “That will keep it nice and dense,” he says. Cutting any dieback from the centre will also encourage more light in, and hence more shoots.

The row of larger native plants offers the garden some privacy from neighbouring buildings and a nice view from the sitting room.

Ian makes a rosemary sugar syrup to use in cocktails, so Costa presents him with a lemon myrtle bush (Backhousia citriodora) that he’ll be able to use for lemon-flavoured drinks, too.

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splashspeck · 1 year ago

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Henlo followers, mututals and fellow battle cat AU enthusiasts I have finally made a cute lil draft of another Clan Kingdoms AU scene so please, enjoy some precious new prince Firepaw meeting his future arranged fiance.

“Remember Firepaw, you represent the whole of Thunderclan, and the line of Thunderstar himself, tonight.” Longtail meowed as the patrol padded towards the Sunningrocks. Firepaw was the only apprentice from Thunderclan tonight, and he fought to keep his tail from lashing in anxiety. He glanced up at his mentor, meeting sharp yes that reflected his own anxiety.

“... what if I mess up?” He whispered back, Longtail’s expression changing to one of shock, then softening as he looked ahead at the rest of the patrol. Bluestar lead them, Lionheart and Whitestorm flanking her. She was regal as ever, a laurel of ivy, lemon balm, and a single marigold blossom woven into her shoulder fur. Firepaw fought the urge to fidget and itch at the myrtle and honeysuckle that Ravenpaw had patiently woven into the fur at his own shoulders and the daisy at the base of his tail. Graypaw had giggled at his struggles.

“You’re gonna have to get used to being decorated, Firepaw.” Ravenpaw mewed softly as he sat back and collected another sprig of honeysuckle and myrtle. “As long as there is good growth, Leaderkin and healers wear something in their fur.”

“And you’re Leaderkin now.” Graypaw meowed, grinning as Firepaw grumbled and prepared for Ravenpaw to start twisting the stems into his fur again. “Should have stuck with us Lowborn apprentices.” He smirked, and Firepaw frowned up at him.

“I didn’t ask for Bluestar to adopt me.”

“No, you’re Star-blessed though, and anyone Star-blessed is special.” Firepaw frowned. “Still wish they’d let us come, I heard Crookedstar is so cool, and Leopardfur is almost as scary as Tigerclaw!”

“I’ll pass.” Ravenpaw mewed, finishing the last weave and stepping back to look over his work. “This many Leaderkin and deputies in one meeting?” He shuddered, but smiled warmly at Firepaw. “You’ll do well, though. You’re brave, and cats just seem to be drawn to you.”

Firepaw hoped that Ravenpaw was right as they crested the final hill before the slope to the riverside. As the patrol entered the clearing along the River Firepaw felt his fur try to spike in anxiety when he spotted the collection of cats awaiting them. Sticking close to Longtail’s side Firepaw trotted after the rest of the patrol, seeing ears and heads rise at the greeting call Whitestorm gave. There were five adults, gathered atop one of the stones of Sunningrocks in a loose circle where he presumed Crookedstar’s daughter was being guarded. Crookedstar himself was the first to move, a massive light brown tabby, the tom was nearly of-size with Linoheart when he hit the ground before Bluestar, and Firepaw fought not to stare at his namesake jaw, the way a single tooth jutted up above his lips. But the tom smiled warmly at Bluestar, the two touching noses to one another’s cheeks in greeting. Though he outsized her by far Crookedstar showed Bluestar nothing but respect and regard, and even smiled as he greeted Whitestorm and Lionheart.

“It is good to see you all, though I may wish we could have come here under better circumstances.” He meowed, nodding to Bluestar. “My condolences for the loss of Redtail, he was a truly admirable warrior, and I regret that this battle took him.”

“We will miss him dearly,” Bluestar responded as the patrols began to relax. “Our clan is equally saddened to hear the loss of your brother. Oakheart was… truly a great cat in the eyes of every clan, and I am sorry that this peace would come at his loss. How are his kits handling the loss?” She padded alongside Crookedstar as they climbed atop the Sunningrocks. The two leaders would take up the central stone, sitting together like old friends as opposed to enemies. Firepaw stayed at Longtail’s side, trusting his mentor to place them where he was expected, and saw Whitestorm and Frostfur approach the Riverclan warriors, giving a dark brown tom a warm smile and talking softly. A lanky molly would come to sit at Crookedstar’s side, golden in color with odd, dappled markings, Leopardfur certainly. The scowl on her face when she looked at Firepaw and Longtail had his mentor’s tail lash in irritation as they padded closer, listening to the two leaders exchange talk of the clans respective mourning. Lionheart took up the position next to Bluestar, occasionally chiming into the conversation.

“Longtail, Firepaw, come join us.” Bluestar’s voice cut through the murmur and Firepaw felt his ears lower a little as his mentor nudged him forward. Crookedstar had turned to them, his expression less warm and more thoughtful as he visibly looked Firepaw over. Leopardfur had obviously found him lacking, so Firepaw drew himself up and met the leader’s eyes with as much confidence as he could, earning a small smile.

“Bluestar named you well, your pelt is as bright as a flame.” Firepaw smiled back and glanced over at Bluestar to see a warm expression on her usually stoic face. “Tell me, Firepaw, how are you finding clan life? I understand you haven’t been with Thunderclan very long?”

“Two moons now, sir.” Firepaw confirmed, hearing a purring chuckle from the group observing. “It’s… different than life with Housefolk, and harder. But I wouldn’t go back for anything.” Crookedstar gave him a considering look.

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” Firepaw meowed, fighting to try and keep his tail still.

“That’s good to hear, I know this life is not easy for outsiders to adapt to, let alone a kittypet, or a young kittypet at that.”

“Any prey is better than kibble sir… even fish.” Firepaw mewed quietly, and though Longtail flicked his ear with his tail for the joke, Crookedstar laughed loudly, the warmth coming back into his expression.

“You’ll do just fine. Especially with Bluestar and your mentor to teach you.” Longtail stood straighter, dipping his head but remaining silent. “Silverpaw?” Crookedstar turned and called to the group, expression tender in a way Firepaw hadn’t expected from the impressive tom as the lithe apprentice weaved her way past clanmates and trotted to her father’s side. “Firepaw, this is my daughter, Silverpaw. I believe you two will be getting to know each other quite well if Bluestar and I’s conversation goes well.” He met the young molly’s eyes briefly before she looked at Firepaw and grinned.

“Nice to meet you Firepaw.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Firepaw mewed, shuffling his paws a little. Silverpaw really was pretty, sleek silver fur with dark grey stripes that swirled like the river itself was imprinted on her pelt. Her eyes were as blue as the water around the Sunningrocks. She was bigger than Firepaw by at least another head, obviously taking after her father in size, even with her being a moon or so older than Firepaw.

“Want to come sit with the warriors? I think Heavystep is planning to tell the story of that time he fought an otter.” Silverpaw asked, tilting her head back towards the big brown tabby tom Whitestorm and Frostfur had been talking to. The tom grinned at them, chest puffed out and eyes glinting. Firepaw felt his ears perk up, then glanced back at Silverpaw.

“... I don’t know what an otter is yet.” He mewed, but the silence in the clearing made it seem louder. He heard Leopardfur scoff behind him, and the chirruping purrs of the two leaders and senior warriors.

But Silverpaw just grinned even wider.

“You don’t? Oh, this is the best way to learn about them, they’re like long weasel versions of Riverclan!” Firepaw blinked in surprise, trying to picture that image, but smiled back eagerly.

“And he fought one?”

“You bet your fluffy tail I did, kit!” Heavystep crowed, standing and stepping over to make space between himself and Frostfur for the two apprentices and Longtail. “Come on, don’t let Silverpaw spoil the story!” Firepaw grinned, glancing over at Longtail and seeing the older tom smiling faintly at the warm welcome. Silverpaw nudged his shoulder with her own and in a moment, he was following her towards the gathering of warriors, seeing the fond way that Frostfur and a gray molly from Riverclan were watching them.

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lilithsslut · 2 years ago

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Soul Mate Ritual- Herbal Magick Recipe

! This contains many ingredients and even having to make some ingredients yourself but it is a very effective and powerful ritual if you decide to perform this, read thoroughly and have fun ! First we need to talk about some ethics. This ritual is designed to help bring a great love to your life. It Directly asks the Divine to determine who is best suited to you (and vice versa) and to bring that person into your life - not to break up someone else's relationship so that you may have your whim or to bind you to a specific individual whom you have in mind. Those types of actions are unethical because they thwart the free will of other people for your personal gain. Besides you don't really know as clearly as the divine who will be best suited for you - you are judging on looks, money, sexiness or whatever mundane quality that has entranced you, and that quality is not the one that necessarily helps to create a relationship that lasts a life time (or many life times)

For this ritual, you must be ready to accept the what the divine brings to you, and you MUST be ready for real love in your life. If you truly believe this is the right move for you and want to make this herbal condenser and perform this ritual, keep reading!

Ingredients:

three edible venusian herbs (banana, catnip, cherry, damiana, lemon verbena, lilac, maidenhair, myrtle, passionflower, peach, plumeria, rhubarb, raspberry, rose, strawberry, tansy, vanilla, vervain, and violet)

glass or enamel cooking pot with lid

spring or distilled water

measuring cup

vodka or grain alcohol

gold flake

amber or cobalt colored glass bottle

Place a handful of each of the three herbs you have chosen into your glass or enamel cooking pot (glass and enamel pot will not react and seep into your mixture- aluminum or iron pots will react)

Cover the herbs with spring or distilled water and bring to a simmer. Cover with lid, turn down the heat and let them simmer softly together for twenty minutes with the lid on. Allow your mixture to cool to room temperature and strain out the herbs and saving your water. Do not pour the water into your sink!

Boil again at a medium heat until the liquid has been reduced by half. Cool the extraction again, and when it is room temperature, so that you can see how much liquid you have. Add an equal amount of Vodka or Grain Alcohol as the amount of liquid extract you have in your measuring cup. Add a pinch of gold flake. Pour your condenser into your amber or cobalt-colored glass bottle (this keeps light from ageing your mixture) and store in a cool dark place. Be sure to shake it before each use. Now that you have your condenser, you are ready to perform your soulmate ritual. supplies and everything you need for it are below!

Supplies:

deep green cloth for the altar

three pink candles

vase of beautiful flowers

lovely chalice half full of fruit juice, wine, or spring water

small piece of rose quartz

incense burner

aphrodite Incense AND Oil ( to make this oil use rose petals, jasmine flowers, orris powder, rose oil, neroli oil, ylang ylang oil, you can you use the essential oil rather than the actual herb)

parchment paper

writing pen

flame candle to light your pink candles

rose petals

soul mate condenser

On a friday during the waxing moon, at a time when you will not be disturbed or interrupted gather together your supplies and set them on your altar, which should be covered with a deep green alter cloth. Place the three pink candles in the center of your altar in a triangle pattern, with the base of the triangle nearest you. Put the vase of flowers just to the left of the top candle and your chalice just to the right of the top candle. Now place the rose quartz in the center of your candle triangle. Place your incense burner and incense to your right near the edge closest to you.

Your parchment and pen lie directly in front of you on the altar. Place your flame candle to the left top side of your alter and light it. Sprinkle your rose petals randomly all over the altar.

Anoint the candles from the wick down to the bottom with your Aphrodite Oil, then anoint your third eye (the spot just above and between your eyebrows) and over your heart with Aphrodite oil. Light the pink candles with your flame candle and then using the top pink candle light your incense charcoal and place it in your incense burner atop some insulating sand. While your charcoal is igniting completely across draw a heart on your parchment paper and inside of heart a spiral. Place some incense on the charcoal and bathe the parchment paper in the incense smoke, imagining the parchment absorbing the love energy. Now charge the parchment paper by placing it above each candle flame (but not so close you ignite it!) while saying three times:

"Aphrodite Queen of night, bring me to the one who's right, Aphrodite, Morning Star, whether near or whether far, bringer of love, O Aphrodite, Draw my Soul Mate now to me, Most lovely of goddesses, O Aphrodite, and as I will, so mote it be."

Then place a drop of the soul mate condenser on your finger and seal the energy you have placed in your parchment paper by firmly anointing the spiral in the center of the heart with the liquid. Drop three drops of the condenser into the libation you have prepared in your chalice. Drink the liquid slowly as you concentrate on your heart chakra, opening and strengthening it. Feel it opening like a beautiful red rose. Let the candles burn all the way down, then fold your rose quartz stone inside the parchment and place it inside your pillow case.

Each friday evening as you relax, pour some fruit juice, wine, or spring water into your chalice and add three drops of your condenser. Relax, daydream and continue working on opening your heart chakra.

It can take up to a full twelve months for the Divine to locate your love and bring him/her into your life, although the ritual has also been known to work within a months time. Drink the soul mate condenser each friday evening and keep the parchment wrapped rose quartz in your pillow case as you dream of your love!

The herbal alchemist's handbook by Karen Harrison

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raitrolling · 10 months ago

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its late in every timezone but my own but w/e finally i have The Energy to write my annual quads day gift post

Nancor gave Gliese a bouquet of dried roses, as well as a dark chocolate bunny. he says that the latter isn't an early Easter gift, but boy do the Easter eggs seem to arrive in stores earlier every sweep!

Dismas gave Maidel half a dozen cupcakes, three of which are vanilla-flavoured and decorated to look like sheep, and the other three are black liquorice-flavoured and decorated to look like goats

Callan bought Gerrel a cheap fondue kit as well as some fruits and a lot of snacks perfect for dipping into the chocolate. as with any of his gifts, it's clear he just wants to eat fun foods with his moirail or have Gerrel do all the work for him. He's not expecting anything from Izuili, but if Izu surprises him he's got a back-up Chocolate Bar From His Pocket as a return gift. don't ask how long that's been in there

Ashe gave Cheran a box of chocolates shaped like anatomically-correct hearts, which he bought from Viltau so they're. um. let's just say Cheran will have no issue eating them without feeling ill afterwards. And he gave Jikiro a box of various chocolate liqueurs, making sure that at least one of the flavours is plum wine

Velour made Jamie a beanie with a subtle diamond pattern, and also gave him first pickings of any chocolate / quadrants day themed gift that was sent to him by his fans. he certainly isn't going to be able to eat all that chocolate on his own

Mikiel is still Going Through Shit rn so he did not visit Lyvere, but he has set aside a box of fancy chocolate truffles to say thanks for the care packages he's been leaving at Miki's doorstep. He's also got a box for Thrixe when he returns as well

Lucy was unable to give Anirus anything for Quadrants Day due to the situation in Vernrot, but he did enjoy spending time with them regardless and promises to make them a nice meal and also some cookies next time they visit

Sharle did manage to get the evening off work, but he totally forgot about a gift and picked up a box of expensive chocolates on the way to see Jamie. he's still new to this dating thing ok he's Trying

Viltau made Jikiro a box of artisanal chocolates with some unique flavours (like rose tea or macadamia + lemon myrtle), and will challenge Ji to identify every single flavour. If he succeeds, he will receive a prize: A chocolate tanuki statue that is holding a bouquet of chocolate roses, Amaury Guichon-style. For Kitaer, he made chocolates shaped like various body parts... All preserved in formaldehyde to resemble a murder mystery he challenged Kitaer to solving early on in their relationship.

Glasya bought Mikail some incredibly hot/spicy chili chocolates, but also made their own version as well. They want him to tell them which ones he prefers, and if he says the store-brand ones they will pout and pretend to get incredibly offended... But also ask him why so they can improve their craft and really knock his socks off next sweep >:3c

#ooc #spring and a storm #null and void #the prince and the pauper #art attack #lonely too long #dearly departed #starstruck #served ice cold #icebreaker #guiding you home #bluebirds #dressed to impress #kittau #mixed messages #if any gifts are repeats from previous years / 12th perigees no theyre not. my memory is a sieve #and we're just gonna pretend they're all fresh and new and exciting

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blubushie · 9 months ago

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You've regaled us well on the many flavors of bug based bushtucker, but I must ask which is the tastiest critter you've caught for yourself and misty?

If you mean bugs: probably witchetty grubs (scrambled eggs if cooked) or spiders and scorpions (fish with a slight umami flavour). If you batter and fry them they come out tasting like fish fingers.

Non-bugs: Dog meat, hands down. Dog meat is fucking delicious.

But as far as catching things goes, it'd be barramundi. Get a small one and pack it with lemon slices, salt and pepper, then inside and out rub in lemongrass, garlic powder, onion powder, mustard seed, lemon myrtle, native ginger, then add thin-sliced native fruits (fingerlimes work great). Tie the carcass closed and roast over a fire. The meat flakes apart and tastes fucking delicious.

#blu whos #blu chew #bushman

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isocratesdrabble · 1 year ago

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I can't figure out if you don't like plants in general or if it is specifically either myrtle or juniper.

It was like he had inflated somehow like he was less sharp. His shoulders hung just a little more, his eyes were a little less bright. At first, she thought it might have just been the aborning guilt she felt every time she looked at him. Which she did maybe a little too often.

She packed her bag slowly at the end of the prefects' meeting. Finished her tea slowly. Took the time to retie her shoes. He had made a habit of hanging back. She wanted to see why.

He was standing in front of the cart where the house elves had laid out tea and biscuits, lemon, milk, and sugar. But he wasn’t fixing a cup, instead, he was standing frozen staring blankly at the table. No, he was staring at the decoration in front of him, Hermione realised.

At a distance, she thought they might be for Christmas, some white flower and some sort of evergreen branches, though it was more than a little early for that. Malloy picked up a stem and thumbed it for a moment. Then he plucked one of the little blue berries, which Hermione had overlooked, and flicked it into the fireplace. He seemed tense. Shoulders tight. Then he turned around and realised she was still there.

—Pretty… what are they? She asked him.

—I thought you knew everything mudblood, he sneered and brushed past her.

So she picked one of each, a stalk of the white flowers and one of the branches, and put them in between the pages of her planner.

—Myrtle and juniper, she told him when he came out from McGonagall's office. Professor Sprout had been surprisingly brusque, oh just flowers my dear. Neville had shaken his head. Professor Slughorn had been a surprising and much more informative source, ooh Miss Granger are you planning on whipping up some tonic? And then he had told her that lavender would be much better than myrtle, which he would admit had a bitter taste.

Malfoy shot her a glare. —In a good mood then, she mumbled under her breath and they started walking towards the stairs.

Forty minutes of silence in, it was getting old. She knew what she wanted to say to him, what had been turning over in her head since they had seen him and his mother in diagonally, but she procrastinated. Instead she asked: —Did you and McGonagall chat about something interesting? He scoffed, and sped up just enough that she lost him around a corner for a second. —Okay bad subject, we’ll leave it.

It was a nice evening. Warm in the way the very last summer nights are. The air was still like the day was lingering in the door for just a moment longer. With anyone else, it would have been quite a nice walk around the castle.

But the silence felt oppressive. Like every passing moment was dragging on forever. The longer it went on, the more it felt like a physical thing, pressing down on her and squeezing the air out of her lungs, her mind begging her to talk.

She had almost decided just to spit it out when they had reached the astronomy tower, had even taken a breath and then, she chickened out. —What do you want from me? He asked, turning slowly to face her with a scowl. He was almost looming over her, though that was probably just his height making her feel like that. But there was something in his eyes, coaxing. —I can't figure out if you don't like plants in general or if it is specifically either myrtle or juniper. Which I also don't get, I guess you could be allergic, but then why would you touch them, so in general, I don't understand. She blurted out, heaving for her breath.

He rolled his eyes and stalked off again leaving her behind.

—Do you like Professor Slughorn? She blurted out as they made their way to the dungeons.

—Are you incapable of shutting up? He spun around to face her so quickly that she stumbled back and hit the wall behind her.

—No.

—Then what do you want? He said with so much ice in his voice she felt a shiver run through her.

She wanted to stop this lavine running over their lives, all of them, and to be able to control what happens next.

Up close the delicate skin around his eyes seemed translucent, blue veins against white lashes.

She wanted to ask him if he was alright.

Her friends hadn't asked, his probably hadn't either.

She wanted her parents to be safe.

—I’m sorry that your father is in Azkaban, she whispered. He literally took a step back, eyebrows knit and lips tight. —I’m sorry, it can't be eas- —Don't you dare. You’re the reason he is even there.

The air hung heavy around them. The warmth of the evening was suddenly gone. His stare was piercing. And yet she couldn't help her gaze from softening. He licked his teeth. And she didn't care if he didn't want her sympathy. She couldn't help it, her heart felt bruised every time she looked at him.

—I'm not Malfoy, she whispered. —Your father chose to chase after us, that's on him. He turned his back to her. —but still, Azkaban is… awful. I'm just sorry, okay.

#dramione #harry potter fanfiction #dhr fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #fanfiction #fandom #writing #drabble #dramione fanfic #dramione fanfiction

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mydogtypedthis · 3 months ago

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got asked what all the orange stains all over my fingertips were, panicked and said it was antiseptic to sound tough, it's lemon myrtle essential oil and i smell so nice but i'm a liar i lied i'm a horrible little man i'm a horrible lying little fragrant man

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lemon--myrtle · 2 months ago

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helloooo!!! Welcome!! :))

tysm!!!! im happy to be here :D

#lemon--myrtle asks

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vagabondspinster · 1 year ago

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Australia is a crazy place to think about in this context, we colonised it and basically live off of animals and crops which were originally imported. Even kangaroo, which is wild game and one of the most ethical and nutitious meats in the world, only has 1 (one) supplier that stocks it in the supermarket. It’s only recently that people stopped treating it like anything BUT pet food. And most people who live in Australia have never tried it, nor eat it regularly.

(Source: me, a kangaroo consumer who constantly tells people about the kangaroo curries, steaks and rice bowls I make all the time while selling them on the ethics of kangaroo consumption.)

We are having a slow cultural shift where native plants are being introduced more and more to restaurant cuisine, like Finger Lime, Lemon Myrtle, Native Basil....but if you asked me to name more than 10 native Australian crops I could not tell you, and if you wanted to find them for purchase in the local supermarket....good luck.

Also, it’s funny to me how we have an equivalent crop to a European one, but we just throw “Bush” in front of it and everyone inherently knows its Australian.

Still not farmed on a scale large enough for wholesale...despite literally being native to the fragile island environment.

you know how which animals we think are for food is mostly cultural? Well, which plants we think are for food is mostly cultural too. But we don't talk about that one as much

#australia #food #culture #kangaroo #bush tucker

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americangrove · 1 year ago

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Pretty Trees

“Of ornamental trees the crepe myrtle has long ago been naturalized.”—Collier Cobb, “North Carolina” (in The Journal of School Geography), 1897, p. 265.

“Crape Myrtle (Lagerstraemia indica), a native of India…One of our most gorgeous trees, it is scarcely adapted for general street planting, but can advantageously be used for several blocks as an ornamental tree or for planting in parking strips or in alteration with stand shade trees, or along small avenues.”— W. W. Ashe, Shade Trees for North Carolina: Bulletin 16 of the N.C. Geological and Economic Survey, 1908, p. 59.

I’ve never looked at a crepe myrtle up close—flowers, nor bark, nor leaves. As a child, I pressed pinecones into my palms to see how much hurt I could hold. Magnolias were a more direct pleasure to touch, to sight, to smell (and even to taste). Oaks, junipers, mimosa, and many other trees gave me their indulgences too; in exchange I gave them all attention, but never crepe myrtle. Maybe it was partly due to its being a shrub, and so neither a plant which I could look over in garden or field, nor a tree which I could look up at in woodlot or forest. It did not grow at our house, though it did (and does) two houses down, and even more of it grew (and grows) in Scotland Neck, the town where school and groceries and grandma were. Scotland Neck is known for two things, having center street parking (in addition to side street parking) and for having dozens (some say hundreds) of crepe myrtle trees that lend their name to an annual festival. I remember attending as a kid, but even still I never looked much at the trees, most of which line the avenue on the north end of town where so many of the big homes are also planted. Each shrub bleeds into the next when you drive by them even at the 20mph speed limit of Main Street. In summer they glow a lambent pink playing off white wooden porticos like a lemon slice in sweet tea. From a car’s window then, I often saw them, which is the same way I have seen Scotland Neck for many years now. Since schooling for so long up north, Christmas and summer are only the times I pass through, stopping to a store or for gas and then onto elsewhere.

The Crepe Myrtle Festival was held a few days ago, the second Saturday in July rather than August when it usually occurs. My mom and I decided to go. We parked beside the municipal center, under water oaks whom I hoped benefited from the evaporation of sweat off our skin for other kinds of water seemed sparse amidst the recent swelter. Across from these shade trees, in the median, are the crepe myrtles. A few of them border the town common too, though none are inside it mingling with the ash and magnolias. There is an elm in the town common too. “Why are you here?” I wanted to ask it, but the question seemed too frank. It is still in its native range, even if it seemed less comfortable in the gooey air and burning light than its company.

Roy was the first to see me and my mom; he called out from under the barbecue stand. Daniella, his wife, was at the other end with her father. The smell of the meat and the cool of shade both felt good under the tent as we caught up before walking further into the grounds. All around my mom saw people she knew, most by last name, almost none by first, like a botanist who knows the characters of a genus, but for whom species are too specific for her interests. Of these faces I knew nearly none, but the converse was not true: “Boy have you grown!” “Girl, is that your son?!” “Look at him now!” “Man! Where you live at these days?” “He got that city look.”

A crepe myrtle in the south, not unlike a lilac in the north, seems a very innocuous thing. They appear to have always been there. Yet neither’s presence goes back that long in the land.[1] Like people they are—in the various words we have for saying this—“introduced”, “alien”, “exotic”, “adventive”, “immigrant”, “foreign”, “non-indigenous”, or “non-native”. Each term resembles the other as all concern belonging, place and home, yet none seem redundant suggesting the difficulties of saying definitively who or what fits where, especially when a being (like a plant) can’t readily be dubbed “invasive”, for even if the pervasiveness of crepe myrtle seems as complete as something like “oriental” bittersweet, its actions seem less (if at all) damming, or perhaps it is that its beauty remains so alluring.[2] Regardless, it is naturalized.

I could not quite tell as I walked around if I seemed alien, non-native, or something else, maybe in the process of being “re-introduced”—(another curious term as appropriate for plants as people)—and if so, did they imagine me as service tree providing shade in the common’s middle, or an ornamental off to the side? I had my hunch. Crepe myrtle probably stopped asking itself these questions ever since it realized it roots drink well and its leaves eat plentifully down here. It is happy being pink in a world largely green and blue and white and brown. I admire that.

The last person I saw was Mr. Curtis Shields, my scout master from my brief boy scout career. I forget whether joining it was something I wanted to do or not. I liked the idea of knots, knifes and being outside, but I also knew not to expect kindness from other boys so it was not a great surprise when I ended up being pushed into a lake even though I could not swim. Mr. Shields recognized my mom (a distant cousin) immediately; to me he just said hello until he looked again, “Oh my god. That you?! Wow.” I smiled, affirming it was me, but just like all the prior encounters it seemed I really did not have to respond as much as accept exclaim. The significance of seeing me was just that, one of sight, one of being able to have a “Figure: A” of a little boy whose face and family you knew and now suddenly having a “Figure: K” to connect it to, filling in all those interval figures you did not see.

“Well as you can tell, I can’t walk that much these days,” Mr. Shields told us from his electric wheelchair-round, “but I am still moving” he added, twisting the handles. My mom asked if he still did the scouts, “Naw, had to leave that alone bout three years ago when they start lett’in girls in.” The small talk continued between he, my mom, and two other men who were there before we stepped in and who my mom suddenly “knew” once they told her their taxonomy (genus: Hammer). Silently, I stood in the sun. Mr. Shields glanced up to me three times, smiled, and turned back to the conversation. I wanted to lean over and tell him something, or maybe I wanted him to come closer and ask me something, examine my life a little more. But “re-introductions” take time, and, at any rate, “ornamentals” are best engaged by glancing. I do not mind the role. I know so many boys, once little (and once behind me at the lake) who did not make it far past their “Figure: C” or are stuck at (in) “Figure: J”; for though they were native, in their growing they got other epithets attached to them, “noxious”, “aggressive”, “injurious”—requiring so much pruning, uprooting, and treatment to “corrected”. Arising somewhere has rarely been a sufficient claim for remaining there.

“It was good to see you, son” Mr. Shields said as we left; I put my hand on his shoulder and nodded. Back at the car, I decided to walk further down the street paralleling the crepe myrtles in the median. I stopped before a few with sparse blooms (perhaps for lack of water, or maybe it is still early in their season). Behind it, on the other side of the road I could see of one of the town’s historic homes that belonged to someone named Gerson Hoffman. All three things— plant, man, building—had their way of naturalizing themselves into this ground. To become a part of this place, the Indian plant put down roots and put-up showy flowers, Mr. Hoffman, a German immigrant, learned a way of speaking and operated a successful dry goods business and the Greco-Roman house, once built, provided shelter for his family, further supported by servants in back rooms. In becoming part of this place, in putting root, foot and foundation on the ground, each also changed the ground diversifying, intensifying, and qualifying the forms of living (human, vegetal or otherwise) possible upon it. How did these roots, I wonder, effect the ground for me two centuries (or in the case of the house one century) later? And, if I try to become part of this place again, what do I need to put down or put out? What changes will I precipitate and participate in? As a start to answers, maybe I should finally give full attention to one of those pretty trees.

[1] “Crape-myrtle, Common. Lagerstroemia indica L. Native in China. First Introduced in Europe in 1747. Cultivated in England in 1759 by Hugh, Duck of Northumberland. Introduced to Charleston by Andre Michaux between 1787 and 1796.” See: Favretti, Rudy J., and Gordon P. DeWolf. “Colonial Garden Plants.” Arnoldia, vol. 31, no. 4, 1971, pp. 172–255. Lilac was established earlier in colonial gardens, perhaps as early as the late 17th century; it was already growing in England in the 16th century.

[2] There do not seem to be any manifest disadvantages or costs to planting crepe myrtle. One could say a preference for them does a disservice to native plants, but aside from the complications of this term, crepe myrtle does seem to offer more than just ornamental pleasure to the greater community of life. Many bird species have learned to access their seeds, and some seem to depend on them in winter. See: Graves, Gary R. “Avian Feeding on Seed of the Exotic Ornamental Lagerstroemia Indica (Crapemyrtle).” Southeastern Naturalist, vol. 17, no. 2, May 2018, pp. 293–97.

#landscape #north carolina #trees #crepe myrtle #essay

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Moringa Leaves: The unrecognized yet truly great individual of superfoods, Moringa Leaves are wealthy in sustenance. Light, lush, and gritty, they offer various helpful solutions for different circumstances. Loaded with fundamental amino acids, these passes on are the ideal expansion to your detox tea routine or your #1 smoothie.

Every one of these creations mirrors Harmony's Tea House's devotion to all encompassing wellbeing, naturally developed in Asia, and affectionately hand-pressed in the USA. Things being what they are, the reason not go along with us on a detoxifying venture, each captivating cup in turn?

Every now and again Got clarification on some pressing issues (FAQs) - Detox Teas

Do Detox Teas Work? Answering your quick inquiry, "Accomplish detox teas work?" the response is a resonating yes. The variety of fixings that structure our detox teas at Harmony's Tea House are eminent in both revered and contemporary restorative practices for their detoxifying impacts. These botanicals have a well established history of advancing superior wellbeing and cleansing the collection of inconvenient poisons.

Notwithstanding, it's pivotal to comprehend that tasting some detox tea is definitely not a prompt supernatural occurrence fix that will cleanse your body of all pollutants in a moment. Rather, it's a facilitator, a piece in the fabulous riddle of your all encompassing wellbeing and health. Our bodies are complex frameworks, and their supported wellbeing requests a comprehensive methodology.

Drinking detox tea can without a doubt help with reinforcing your body's natural detoxification instruments, yet its viability is increased when it's important for an extensive arrangement. This ought to incorporate a decent eating regimen overflowing with new products of the soil, lean proteins, and entire grains. Ordinary actual activity is additionally key, as are adequate rest and successful pressure the board.

While detox teas can assume an essential part in supporting your body's detoxification, they sparkle most brilliant when implanted in a sound way of life that treasures your body completely. As the saying goes, the total of our activities really adds to our general wellbeing and health.

Is it alright and Protected to Drink Detox Tea Consistently? Most of detox teas can be securely delighted in consistently. Nonetheless, it's consistently judicious to tune into your body's reactions and look for clinical exhortation from a medical services proficient, particularly one who is prepared in Normal Plant Medication. Around here at Harmony's, we're special to team up intimately with Naturopathic Specialists, Homeopathic Specialists, and Authorized Clinical Doctors who advocate for a more safeguard and normal way to deal with wellbeing. Look at Harmony's YouTube channel to see our Clinical Meetings: https://www.youtube.com/@ZensTeaHouse

Detox teas act as a magnificent, quieting, and successful technique to support your body's intrinsic detoxification systems. They rise above the limit of being only a refreshment — they connote a step towards a better, more brilliant variant of yourself. Remember, your wellbeing is a fortune and something that we esteem till the day we die.

Is it true that you are prepared to set out on your detox process with Harmony's Tea House? Get your hands on Harmony's Natural, Sound, All Normal Detox Teas. We significantly offer month to month memberships to have them helpfully conveyed to your doorstep; restricted detox teas accessible. Harmony's Tea House — where quality, empathy, and local area entwine in each cup. We want to believe that you partook in this.

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