#may day flower

[bethlehem-garden]

Pasque flowers (Pulsatilla spp.) or pasqueflower are herbaceous perennials known for their showy, bell-shaped flowers that emerge in early spring. They grow well in full sun to partial shade and prefer well-drained soils with moderate moisture, typically blooming during the Easter holiday season. Pasque flowers come in many colors, including purple, red, yellow, and white. They are not typically considered invasive, and native to Europe, Asia, and North America.

Pasque flowers are blooming beneath Lodgepole Pine

© riverwindphotography, April 2023

[caitmayart]

"You said that you felt alone. Never here. Not while I draw breath." Happy Valentine's Day ♥ 🌿🌸🪷🌺🌿

[hurtspideyparker]

Peter places an envelope on Tony's desk.

Tony looks up confused, "huh? What's that for?"

"It's for you," he points awkwardly at the plain blue envelope, held closed with a Darth Vader sticker.

"It's not my birthday kid." He snaps the protective face shield back down as he picks up his soldering iron, sparks flying as he gets back to work.

"I know that I, uh. It's from, it's for. It's yours. I gotta go, see you later Mr. Stark!" Peter hikes his backpack up tighter as he skips out of the lab.

Tony grunts in acknowledgement without looking up, eyes focused on the searing metal in front of him.

* * *

"Tony? I thought you were gonna have dinner with me after Peter left," Pepper saunters down into the workspace in a flattering pair of jeans and baby blue blouse.

"I was. I am. He left like five minutes ago," Tony waves at her without taking his eyes from the computer he's typing on.

"Happy drove him home two hours ago. Come, have a nice sit down meal with me." Pepper wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing the top of his head.

"I can have a sit down meal. I'm sitting right now, bring the carbonara down here and it'll be a proper date," Tony replies.

"Yeah, you me and your computer. How romantic. Tony, come upstairs- what's this?"

Tony glances up to see her holding a blue envelope.

"Uh, it's the kids."

Pepper flips it around, "it says To Mr. Stark From Peter on the back."

Tony just shrugs and goes back to typing on his computer.

The delicate glue of the sticker is undone under Pepper's sharp nails as she opens up the envelope and pulls something from inside.

"It's illegal to open someone else's mail y'know," Tony teases.

"Tony this- god you are such an asshole!" Pepper smacks Tony on the back of the head with the envelope.

"Ow! What the- what did I do now! I was just joking about the carbonara thing... mostly."

Tony finally meets Pepper's eyes of scorn. She tosses something in front of him with a huff.

"Tony, he even used a Darth Vader sticker. Do you know how adorably geeky and topical that is? You have got to start paying more attention to the living breathing people in front of you instead of your machines. Dinner is ready, please come upstairs."

Tony watches her leave as the clack of her heels fade away with every step. He's not sure what Darth Vader has to do with missing dinner, but he's quick to get up and start to follow.

He pauses before he makes it out the door, turning to finish the last line of code before he forgets the function. He pushes something off of his keyboard to type and press save.

Tony can't remember the last time he looked up from his work long enough to consume solid food. He's so ready to carb-load with some Italian food, turning away from the computer and blue envelope.

Tony's eyebrows furrow. Hm. Darth Vader sticker.

Tony turns back around and picks up the envelope from beside his keyboard.

This must be what the kid was yapping about earlier. Tony sticks his hand inside and finds a card, pulling it out.

"Father's Day it is," the front says in bold lettering with a picture of Yoda crudely hand-drawn with a sharpie and green highlighter. Tony flips it open, "celebrate you we must" is written in the middle of the page.

Below is a message in smaller writing; "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark, we wouldn't be here without you!" with a blob of sharpie that looks suspiciously like it's scribbled out a small heart, then signed "From Peter, Dum-E and U" each name written in their own unique handwriting.

"Friday, what day is it?"

"It is Sunday June 16th, also celebrated as Father's Day in countries such as the United States, Canada, and the UK."

Hm.

Tony stands there and stares at the card for longer than he'd ever admit before looking up at Dum-E.

"You help with this?" he asks, pointing at the card.

Dum-E chirps happily, twirling his claw around.

"Your hand writing's terrible."

* * *

Peter enters the lab slowly, an unsureness to him that's out of character.

It's Wednesday, his usual day for coming over to Tony's workshop. He hasn't heard anything from Tony since Sunday, not that he usually does. Still, the quietness has unnerved him. He's not sure what he was even expecting from his mentor; silence is probably the nicest response he could hope for after embarrassing himself like that.

"Hi Mr. Stark," he greets once he spots the older man sitting next to a complicated tangle of wires.

"Hey kid, can you go to the computer and run the command I have open for me?"

"Sure thing!" Peter says as he dumps his backpack onto the floor and jogs over.

The two get into an easy rhythm and Peter's practically forgotten why he was nervous in the first place when, "hey grab us some sodas will you," Mr. Stark asks him.

Peter walks up to the fridge in the corner of the room when he notices something new.

In the center of the silver metal lies a single piece of paper, stuck to the refrigerator with a plain magnet seemingly scrapped from some old hardware in the lab.

Tony has his Father's Day card displayed like some dorky parent whose kid got a half-decent report card, showcased on a fridge like a toddler's finger painted masterpiece.

It makes Peter so happy he can't wipe the stupid grin off his face the entire time he's grabbing sodas and delivering one to Tony.

The older hums a thanks without looking away from his project, but as Peter turns away Tony's own face contorts into a pleased smile all of his own.

The two share identical smiles all afternoon, hidden behind soda cans and computer screens.

[artlefty]

finding a flower meadow in the apocalypse and making the best of it with your antichrist bf

[dailypokemoncrochet]

[scampthecorgi]

After all those April showers, it’s time to stop and smell the May flowers!

[kaitcake1289]

Memory is a Monster

[howlonomy]

Might I pester you for another monster clover?

clover: just happy to be here :)

[nikswonderland]

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[zprite-x]

wave 3 in sundresses

[praline1968]

Joyeux 1er mai 🤍 ☀️

Beautiful May 1st everyone 🍀

Source : Pinterest

[flowerishness]

Geranium phaeum (mourning widow) and Geranium macrorrhizum (var: 'Ingwersen's Variety')

It must be May first because both of my hardy geraniums have just come into bloom. This happens every year like clockwork. I can check the calendar on my kitchen wall but how do these geraniums know when to flower? I think it's uncanny and maybe (just maybe) a little bit spooky.

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 21, vol. 20, 22 mai 1898, Paris. 1. Toilettes pour jeunes filles ou jeunes femmes. Modèles de Mlle Thirion, 47, boulevard Saint-Michel, Paris. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(1.) Roue en voile "fil de la vierge" composée d’une jupe unie posée sur un fond de jupe de taffetas; et d’un corsage froncé, monté sur un empiècement plissé à plis lingerie, entouré d’une berthe formant épaulettes coupées d'entre-deux et ourlées de dentelle; plusieurs rangs de fronces retiennent l’ampleur du bas du corsage qui se termine sous une ceinture de ruban fermée par une boucle finement ciselée, col droit garni d’une ruche, manches froncées, garnies de coques de ruban. Chapeau en paille orné de tulle et de fleurs.

(1.) Wheel in “thread of the virgin” voile composed of a plain skirt placed on a taffeta skirt background; and a gathered bodice, mounted on a pleated yoke with lingerie pleats, surrounded by a berthe forming shoulder pads cut in between and hemmed with lace; several rows of gathers retain the fullness of the bottom of the bodice which ends under a ribbon belt closed by a finely crafted buckle, straight collar trimmed with a ruffle, gathered sleeves trimmed with ribbon shells. Straw hat decorated with tulle and flowers.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de voile en 1m20 de large, 6 mètres de ruban.

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(2.) Robe en voile posée sur un fond de jupe en taffetas, ourlée de petits galons de velours noir; mêmes galons posés, à mi-jupe, en dents aiguës retenues par des nœuds de dentelle. Corsage blouse devant, composé d’un dos tendu, plissé à plis horizontaux bordés de dentelle, décolleté du haut sur un empiècement en broderie écrue posé sur un transparent de soie; et d’un devant sans pince, plissé en travers, garni de dentelle; empiècement en broderie, fermeture invisible sur le côté, ornée de nœuds de dentelle; col droit recouvert de dentelle, manches en dentelle plissées dans le haut, bordées d’un volant, ceinture en ruban fermée par une boucle. Toquet en tulle noir gracieusement drapé, relevé sur le côté gauche par deux touffes de fleurs d’où s’échappent deux plumes pailletées de jais.

(2.) Voile dress placed on a taffeta skirt, hemmed with small black velvet braids; same braids placed, mid-skirt, in sharp teeth held by lace bows. Blouse bodice in front, composed of a taut back, pleated with horizontal folds edged with lace, top neckline on an ecru embroidery yoke placed on a transparent silk; and a front without pleats, pleated across, trimmed with lace; embroidery yoke, invisible closure on the side, decorated with lace bows; straight collar covered in lace, lace sleeves pleated at the top, edged with a ruffle, ribbon belt closed with a buckle. Gracefully draped black tulle toquet, enhanced on the left side by two tufts of flowers from which two jet-glittered feathers escape.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de voile, 9 mètres d’entre-deux, 1 mètre de guipure, 1 mètre de taffetas.

Chapeaux de Mme Marchand, 96, avenue Victor-Hugo.

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Le Sautoir Sapho que représente notre gravure est une délicieuse création parisienne; il se compose d’une chaîne en cordonnet de soie avec coulants d’acier d’un effet charmant. Cette chaîne mesure 1m50 de long, elle est destinée a retenir une montre, un face à main ou un joli crayon. C’est un objet que toutes nos lectrices voudront se procurer, étant donné sou prix minime de 2 fr. 45 franco.

The Sautoir Sapho represented by our engraving is a delicious Parisian creation; it is made up of a silk cord chain with steel slides for a charming effect. This chain measures 1.5 meters long, it is intended to hold a watch, a faceplate or a pretty pencil. It is an object that all our readers will want to obtain, given its minimal price of 2.45 francs.

[unacunatura]

peony scented afternoons | eyes of Lina

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"A thunderstorm. Irises purple against the clouds."

~ Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary (13th May 1935)