#malva sylvestris

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Sunlit Mallow

The pastel pink flowers of common mallow, soaking up the sunlight in the garden.

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6M7A6548 by Jan Hallbæck Via Flickr: Cheeses, Common mallow [Malva sylvestnis - Malvaceae family]

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‘Malva Sylvestris’

Image © Rob Kesseler

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Malva sylvestris L.

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ᙏᕔԸᕓᕔ ꕷᎽԸᕓꗛꕷꞆɌĬꕷ άλφα

HERBARIUM : Mauve Officinale (Malva Sylvestris)

LIEU DE CUEILLETTE : La Croix Blanchot (Bourgogne)

[kiperga]

μολόχα σε δοχείο | malva sylvestris | common mallow in pot

[herbagaia]

La mauve, 3 recettes pour une fleur de douceur

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Malva Sylvestris

According to the flower language Malva symbolizes love, protection and health.

Malva are best planted in moist, well-drained soil of chalk, clay, sand and loam within an acidic, alkaline or neutral PH balance.

[jeanfrancoisrey]

La Grande Mauve (Malva Sylvestris)…

[1dont-really-know]

A glimpse of the bad timeline. Some bad decisions had led to some very bad results. Malva's... Not exactly alive in this one

•Moonflowers (Ipomoea alba)

Symbolizing beauty in dark times and affection

•Morning Glories (Ipomoea nil)

Symbolizing love that was never returned, but have also been seen as a sign of undying love

•Mallow flowers (Malva sylvestris) see what I did there :D

Symbolizing spiritual healing and peace

[francescointoppa]

M – Malva sylvestris L. – Malva selvatica (Malvaceae)

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Malva sylvestris (common mallow)

Weather report

Regular visitors to this blog will know we’ve had more than three months of drought-like conditions in Vancouver this summer. However, that was then and this is now. According to our rain gauge, we’ve had over six inches of rain (150 mm) in less than a week! Compare this to the half inch of precipitation (13.5 mm) we received in August and September combined.

In addition, autumn seems to have lasted about ten days this year. Yesterday we woke up to heavy sleet and we had light hail last night. I fear that human activity has driven Mother Nature a little crazy and we might have to get used to a lot more ‘difficult’ weather in the future.

As for this plant, common mallow is a hardy Eurasian import. It occurs naturally as far north as Sweden and Siberia and as far south as Saudi Arabia and Pakistan. It was introduced to North America during colonial times and is considered an ‘invasive weed’ from coast to coast. Common mallow should easily survive climate change and I’m quite sure it would thrive on the surface of Mars, if given half a chance.

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❀•° Malva sylvestris °•❀

♰ 𝐎𝐡𝐥𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐟 𝐂𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♰ | 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲

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No will to draw, no will to paint - mid of summer is the most uninspiring time for me. But luckily I have this little sketchbook illustration of wild flowers growing nearby, on my street and on surrounding ones, which I made a month ago. With pink background it looks like some glammy herbarium to me.

I searched for these flowers' names, and turns out pink ones are Malva sylvestris (з милою альтернативною назвою "калачики лісові"), and blue ones are Cichorium intybus.

[sandandstarz]

Mallow Flowers (1)

Malva sylvestris: Mallow carries many symbolic meanings that overlap, including romantic interest, healing, and survival in tough conditions.

(a/n) This is my first TWD fic but I've been watching the series for a while :) This post will also continue into a series, thankyou so much for reading and any feedback is appreciated (a/n end)

You don't know how long it had been since the world fell apart, days? weeks? months? It didn't matter, all you could focus on was the burning in your feet and shins, and the painful cramp in your ribs. The sun beamed down through the trees, what was once a beautiful green canopy you could find solace in, now obstacles as you ran through the woods, forcing yourself to keep going against your body's will. In some desperate attempt to ignore its pleas your mind went to anything it could, and that was the cause of the world’s fall. You had never been religious but you thought if there was a god, he had one fucked up sense of humor to bring the dead back to life. Though as if he heard you, an unearthed root caught your worn down sneakers and sent you tumbling head first down a hill. 

Finally your body came to a stop, more bruised than before, a stinging cut adorning the bridge of your nose, you're pretty sure it's broken. A groan left your lungs and you shifted to get up, but you were barely able to lift your hands more than a few inches off the muddy soil. Muddy… OH MY GOD. Mud, the sign that there was a stream in reach. As soon as the promise of water reached your cloudy mind, so did the scratchy feeling in your mouth and throat, that small stream suddenly became your goal, a life line to reach for. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Hand gripping the earth, slightly pushing your body up slowly, following the rhythm of your now caught breath. It was agonizing, not the physical pain, but the sound of running water, that couldn't be more than ten feet away, but was miles out of reach. Though you were never one to give up, not when you were little, not when your teenage self thought being happy was impossible, and definitely not now, not when your life depended on it when your life depended on it.

“Dad this is impossible, can't we just stop for today?” 

The wooden bow clutched that had fired arrows anywhere but the red not in the middle of the target. You knew it was possible to let go of that string and had the sharpened tip make a bullseye. You've seen it done many times, even by the tall man next to you, but in your hands it felt like you were destined to fail.

“It ain't impossible y/n, you just need practice more, if you give up now y'all know if the next arrow you shoot i'll be the one to hit that target”

His eyes met yours, and they held the same look they did whenever you tried to give up, the encouragement and strictness that kept you trying.

You hadn't hit a bullseye that day, but you went out the next and the next until that red dot no longer seemed like a threat, but an achievable target you had learned to concur. 

Each movement felt like dragging a weight behind you, the overexertion, sleep deprivation, and over all malnourishment was catching up. You didn't know you had crossed what felt like the Oregon trail to the stream until the cuts on your hands stung slightly at the cool liquid. It didn't take long for you to dunk your face into it, all reasonable thought gone as you scooped water into your mouth with your hands, stomach hurting from the odd feeling of not being completely empty. Laying back to face the sky you felt as though for the first time since the end, you weren't completely fucked. You knew you weren't safe, not with the dead walking, but that didn't stop your lead heavy eyelids from betraying you and falling closed.

Dreams have meanings, hell theres books about it. But you didn't quite know what a dream about a crossbow wielding man carrying you away from the stream you passed out is supposed to symbolize. Maybe he was sometime of guardian angel here to bring you to the afterlife? Who knows, if he is, at least your guardian angel's handsome

Fun fact of the post: I just got broken up with (^-^)

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Tagged by @greypetrel 💜✨ link to the picrew

Long story short: I started playing Dragon Age and I'm slightly obsessed so normal about it.

So have a first official OC: Malva Surana*, elf mage and part-time herbalist. I took some ispiration from 20s actresses, so I imagine she could be quite charming and look like some kind of femme fatale. Until she opens her mouth, that's it.

(*did i name her because of the vague assonance between Surana and sylvestris, as in malva sylvestris? Maybe.)

Tag: maybe @coloricioso wants to share some OCs/characters-in-general too? 😶‍🌫️ No pressure tho!