#reynoutria

[headacheflowers]

i need more close friends that I can share stuff like this with and they won't be like "huh?". I have an acquaintance who's a big plant & ecology nerd but we're not really *friends* and it makes me sad when I send her memes because she's also not chronically online so she won't see them for like 2 weeks.

[ronk]

Reynoutia japonica forms thick, dense colonies that completely crowd out any other herbaceous species and is now considered one of the worst invasive exotics in parts of the eastern United States.

Seen here along the Passaic River, Morris Canal in Little Falls, NJ.

[the-witchy-sideblog]

Plants for The Buried

Crab grass (Digitaria)

Wood sorrel (Oxalis)

Peppermint (Mentha × piperita)

Chickweed (Stellaria media)

Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale)

Canada Thistle (Cirsium arvense)

Bindweed (Convolvulus arvensis)

White Clover (Trifolium repens)

Nutsedge (Cyperus rotundus)

Japanese knotweed (Reynoutria japonica)

Lambsquarters (Chenopodium album)

Quackgrass (Elymus repens)

Curly dock (Rumex crispus)

Purslane (Portulaca oleracea)

Creeping charlie/Ground-ivy (Glechoma hederacea)

Broadleaf plantain (Plantago major)

Dove weed (Croton setiger)

Black medic (Medicago lupulina)

Spear thistle (Cirsium vulgar)

Ragweed (Ambrosia artemisiifolia)

Asiatic dayflower (Commelina communi)

Poison Sumac (Toxicodendron vernix)

Stinging Nettle (Urtica dioica)

Wild Madder (Galium mollugo)

[landwriter]

Dirty Work | Corinthian/Hob | 1.6K | T fake marriage, true love, gardening, domestic curtainfic with an unsolicited side of angst, retired!corinthian, the corinthian loves rural england because he’s the hottest piece of ass for miles, hob loves rural england because the corinthian is safe with him there (and also the stars are lovely at night)

for Domaystic Drabbles, Day 5: Learning Something New

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“What-” asked Hob. He paused, took a sensibly calming breath, and found himself feeling not much more calm for it. Onward, then. “-the fuck are you doing?”

The Corinthian smiled winningly up at him from under the brim of Hob’s favourite tilly hat.

“The fuck does it look like?” he drawled.

“Gardening.” Having a nervous breakdown, he thought, loudly and uncharitably. It was early. Not these-days early. Fourteenth century early. Lauds early. The robins weren’t even out yet. The sky was still a deep and restive blue. He was irritable. Owing less to the hour, and more to waking up to a cold, husbandless bed, to an instinctive panic crawling up his throat that saw him search through an empty house with increasing dread, before he finally looked out the back window and saw a nightmare. Turn of speech, of course.

It looked like a giant vole had been through. A giant, ruthlessly handsome vole, who remained at the scene of the crime wearing nothing but silk pyjama bottoms, now stained with vegetal viscera. The damage was extensive. And apparently not quite complete. He was still extracting a stubborn bit of Reynoutria japonica. The Corinthian grunted, muscles jumping in his arms, prised the cane loose, and then rocked back on his heels with a little huff of satisfaction. He paused to wipe invisible sweat off his face with the back of his hand, in a move, Hob was cooly certain, designed to attractively smear a bit of dirt across his forehead. The Corinthian abhorred a mess. Unless he’d made it himself. He caught the expression on Hob’s face and preened.

Hob made himself scowl again. On principle, if nothing else. “You’ve dug up most of the flowers, too.”

“Seen better.”

“It’s half four. You can see nowt and fuckall.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” His voice was perfectly casual, which meant it had been a truly awful night. I’m sorry, Hob wanted to say. It’s not fair. It was just supposed to be. But that’s not the sort of thing the Corinthian wanted to hear from him. Not a thing he could bear hearing, really.

“Should’ve woken me,” he said, in lieu of what he couldn’t, and walked over and took his mouth in a hungry kiss to say the rest of it properly. The Corinthian softened into him, making pleased sounds and sliding a hand under his shirt, but Hob could still feel it, all the coiled-tight misery. It practically twanged through the air. Sometimes, he thought it was nothing less than cruelty, what Dream had done to him and named a mercy. But he wouldn’t say that either. They didn’t talk about it. Not like that. “Jesus. You’re like a puppy,” he said, laughing, when the Corinthian finally let them pause to catch their breath. “Can’t be left alone or you’ll get bored and chew up all my socks.”

The Corinthian blinked at him, pupils blown wide in the morning dim. It was still a weird sight. Wrong. “They were shitty socks, Robbie.”

Hob snorted and turned around to take inventory of his garden. The spreading clump of invasive knotweed he’d really been meaning to get around to at the weekend (so he said every Monday) had been surgically obliterated and lay in a tidy pile. The overgrown nettle and bramble was gone. It had gotten a little wild, sure. But Hob had thought it pretty, in a tangled sort of way. And the entire bed of begonias he’d inherited with the cottage was uprooted. He’d never liked those, at least.

“They were passable socks,” he decided, and left it at that. “You’re getting me new ones.”

“The best,” agreed the Corinthian. “We’re starting over. Making something better.”

“As pretty as you?” Hob asked, just to watch him squirm a bit.

“You’re disgusting,” said the Corinthian.

“Wrong answer,” said Hob, singsong. “Nothing could be as pretty as you.”

“You’re messed up in the head, Hob, you know that?”

“’Course I do. It’s why you married me.”

“Pretty sure it was for the sex.”

Hob grinned. “Come inside, then, Mr. Gadling. The garden can wait.”

They weren’t married, of course. They were just strange and scandalous enough for the village already, without living in sin. More and more often, Hob found himself forgetting it had started as a joke. That when the Corinthian said ‘my life partner’ he was winking at Hob. But he said mine in other ways, ways he trusted and knew better, and so Hob didn’t mind much at all. Not that he’d mind it being real, either. He wouldn’t. He wanted to cling to the Corinthian. Keep him safe. And maybe it was old-fashioned of him, but being his husband, swearing an oath to cherish and protect, it would mean he could.

They went inside, and left the garden as it was, turned up and nearly unrecognizable. Like an open wound. All the dangerous and unsightly parts torn out. Scoured clean. Hob tried not think about how it felt so familiar. He was pretty sure the Corinthian already had. Had, in fact, done it exactly because of that. Because he’d wanted to know what Dream had felt, doing it to him.

---

Hob stood in his garden. “What the fuck,” he said again. In three months, it had been transformed. There was a new riot of colour and texture, brought only to heel with perfectly sculpted boxwoods and a cobbled path that undulated through the garden in a way, Hob felt confident, that was actually mathematically significant. The perfumed air fairly buzzed with insect life. In his periphery, a group of swallows darted through an immaculately pruned apple tree he hadn’t known he had, and then skimmed low over the bergamot, calling out to one another. It wasn’t a tame garden. It was the sort you wanted to watch all day, breath caught in your throat.

“It’s a start,” said the Corinthian mildly.

“It’s the bloody grand finale, is what it is.”

“Just did a bit of pruning and bought a few bedding plants. Nothing special. Was hoping you’d like it.”

Hob looked sidelong at him. The Corinthian wore a small, modest smile. He made a noise of disgust. “Cut that out.”

“Aw,” said the Corinthian. He thought it was terribly funny to pretend to be English and see how long before Hob noticed and begged him to stop. He didn’t do an accent. He just wore it. It made Hob want to crawl out of his skin, which in turn made the Corinthian mercilessly hone his impression. Dark mirror of humanity, indeed. Old habits die hard. Hob was sure he didn’t sound like that. Most of the time.

“You’ve done this before,” said Hob, staring accusingly at splendour of it all.

“Nah,” said the Corinthian, looking so proudly out on his work that Hob knew he was telling the truth. “Didn’t know jack about gardening. But I’ve learned,” he said, and meant so much more than gardening. He turned, grinning at Hob in his perfect garden with his perfect teeth. Except, Hob noticed, one of his incisors snagged a little on his bottom lip. He felt his heart lurch in his chest, another beating step further into smote devotion. The Corinthian looked back at the garden. “Good thing the fucker made me so damn curious, huh?”

He was fucked.

---

“It’s dirty work,” his supposed husband was loudly saying, despite being perfectly clean and unblemished. “But somebody’s got to do it.”

Hob rolled his eyes from where he was hanging the washing in their own garden, then looked into the neighbour’s anyways.

“Bless you, Ian,” said Mildred, beaming up at him. She bustled inside and reappeared with a fresh lemon loaf. The Corinthian grinned at Hob across the fence as Mrs. Martin hugged him goodbye. As if it would make him jealous. She was eighty-four. Far too young for either of them.

Five minutes later, Hob was viciously stabbing a slice of lemon loaf. “This has gotten out of hand. You’re being a do-gooder.”

The Corinthian pulled a hurt face. “It would’ve spread back to our garden.”

“I can’t believe she felt up your biceps. Like you’re a choice cut of meat.”

He smirked in a way that said I am, aren’t I? “You threatened by her, Hob?”

“No,” said Hob, and then chewed. “Fuck. Maybe a little. This is incredible.”

---

In October, the garden was named a runner-up in Kent Life magazine’s Amateur Garden of the Year, 1990. Mrs. Martin patted Hob’s husband consolingly on the shoulder and announced the Appledore Ladies Baking Club was unsubscribing in solidarity. All twelve of them.

The entire village, Hob slowly realized, had become besotted with the Corinthian. He was a Yank, but he was their Yank now. He’d endeared himself by sharing his dahlia tubers, lending out his wickedly-sharp secateurs, and most of all, smilingly dismissing any praise about his prodigious gardening abilities by saying, in his syrupy drawl, “I guess I just like pretty things.” Then he’d wink and say, “That’s why I married Hob, you know.” And whoever he was talking to would smile in spite of themselves, and tell Hob he was very lucky indeed.

He was. He’d just never felt guilty for his luck before.

That night, Hob murmured it into the back of his neck, soft and human-warm. “I think I hate him for it. Still. Even now. I didn’t know I even could.”

It was the first time he’d said it aloud. It felt like scurvy. Like a mended bone breaking again, in the silence of the little bedroom. But in his arms, the Corinthian only snorted.

“Of course you can. It’s the most normal thing about you.” Hob smiled into his nape. The Corinthian rolled over, and traced a hand across Hob’s sternum, landing, as he always did, on one particular puckered scar between his ribs. “You know what’s fucked?”

“What?”

“Sometimes, I think I don’t.”

[hiendar]

Reynoutria

[otaharuo]

moth larva 9月17日、岐阜県

host: Reynoutria japonica

[tempenensis]

Hey I just noticed that Hana's name is kinda similar like the Plant Trio (itafushikugi), Hana means "Flower", right?

Uh, not exactly if I might say. Hana just refer to "flower" in general, while each of plant trio's name refers to a specific species of plant; Itadori is Japanese knotweed (Reynoutria japonica), Fushiguro is catchflies (Silene firma), a species of a wild flower, while Nobara is wild rose (Rosa multiflora).

As far as I'm aware, I don't think there's any "Kurusu" plant species either.

The closest to the plant trio is actually Todou. Aoi (葵), his given name, means hollyhock (genus Alcea)

[maybetomoko]

Yuji Itadori (Jjk Official Fanbook)

“I have already decided how my life will end.”

Age: 15 years old

Birthday: 20 march 

Birth place: Miyagi 

Method of enrollment: scouting 

Technique: none 

Ability: divergent punch, he can use black lightning 

Hobby/Particular capacity: karaoke, watching the TV, imitations 

Favourite food: any kind of rice bowl with something on it, noodles 

Food he doesn't like: none 

Source of stress: scientific subjects (he failed molecular sciences)

His type: Jennifer Lawrence (tall girls with big butts)

Q: What is the originin of the his name? 

A: The surname comes from a medicinal herb, Reynoutria Japonica, while I took the name from a classmate of mine. I tried to make the names as realistic as possible. 

Q: His hair are dyed?

A: No, his hair are naturals. 

Q: Does he usually talk to Sukuna? 

A: I wouldn't say. The two of them don't get along at all.

Q: Seems that Sukuna talks frequently when he is alone. Can he sleep at night? 

A: Yes, he has no problem. Itadori can sleep comfortably also on the asphalt of the Tomei Expressway (which connects Tokyo to Nagoya).

Q: What would happen if Itadori, who has a strong resistance to curses, ate an cursed uterus Kusozu?

A: In the case that he ingested a Kusozu instead of Sukuna, the consciousness of the cursed womb would disappear and become evil energy inside of Itadori. If on the other hand, he ingested it now that he had already assimilated Sukuna, the Kusozu would be erased from the curse.

Q: Itadori practices martial arts? 

A: No, none in particular. He learned some karate from his grandfather. Even the "manji-geri" we see in volume 14 was merely the best move he could think of using at that time. 

Q: Which are the movies that Itadori saw during his training with Gojo?

A: I don’t remember well… I think was Léon, The Descent, The Host, Yuki yukite shingun. The film that Gojo anticipates is Deep Blue. 

Q: Is there something that Itadori can’t absolutely tolerate? 

A: A disgusting wickedness.

Q: Does Itadori have friends other than those at the Occult Arts Institute? Does he still in contact with his friends from middle school or his hometown? 

A: He had friends like everyone else but since he only started having a cell phone after he got to the institute, you can imagine how it continued. 

Q: Which type of job would make Itadori do if he had not become a sorcerer? 

A: He probably would have become a firefighter. 

Q: Does he have a favourite tv show or a preferred genre? 

A: I imagine him like a omnivore, one who leaves the TV on and he watches it continually. 

Q: Is he the type who always does homework for school is vacation homework? 

A: He is the type that does his homework the day before. Anyway, even if he does his homework at the last minute, he always turns it in. 

Q: What event in his hometown caused him to be called "the tiger of the Nishi School?"

A: I never thought about it. Maybe some students had tried to pick a fight with him thinking they would win and he beat them up, or he routed thugs to save someone and then people started talking. 

Q: If Itadori and Todo were not sorcerers but went to the same middle school, would they have become good friends? 

A: Yes, I think they would have both felt sympathy one way or another. 

Q: How did Itadori feel when Yuko Ozawa asked him to take a picture together at the graduation ceremony? 

A: “Ah, a photo, eh? Okay!”

Q: Itadori seems to have many hoodies. Is this a part of his character design that he particularly cares about? 

A: I wouldn't say, it is just that I am used to drawing him with a hood. 

Q: You once said that you don't like Itadori very much. Why choose as the main character a character with whom you have difficulty? 

A: It's not that I don't like him, it's just that I'm not good at handling him and I'm trying to improve in that respect. Incidentally, given the trend, I'm well on my way to giving him a bad end. 

(this translation is from italian to english, so there might be some grammatical mistakes (or maybe not). anyway i decided to start translating some pages of jjk's official fanbook because i love jjk and i would like to improve my english. you can reblog my translations no problem; it actually makes me happy to know that someone finds what i translate interesting. anyway if you decide to reblog, i would like you to use the hashtag i use, so: tomokotranslates or tomoko's translations or even both, as you prefer)

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É de vagem! A aposta para tecido semelhante ao couro made in Brasil. Designer brasileira cria material a partir da vagem do angico

Leitor, para entender como o angico tem potencial de ser uma peça do seu guarda-roupa é necessário recuperar a história de uma outra planta. Calma! Você verá que faz sentido. Bora lá: Tudo começou com a Japanese Knotweed (Reynoutria japonica). Ou melhor falando: a Sanguinária-do-Japão. A planta, originária das regiões vulcânicas do Japão e China, chegou à Europa pelas mãos de um botânico…

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japanese knotweed (reynoutria japonica) in post industrial new england

[le-blog-des-plantes-sauvages]

Renouée du japon comestible : apprendre à s'en servir

La renouée du Japon est comestible. Son nom latin REYNOUTRIA JAPONICA,, aussi connue sous le nom français de renouée du Japon et d’autres appellations en italique comme Polygonum cuspidatum ou Fallopia japonica, est une espèce qui a traversé les continents pour s’enraciner profondément dans divers écosystèmes. Importée en France en 1939 pour ses qualités ornementales et de consolidation des…

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Knotweed (Reynoutria japonica)

Japanese knotweed

[weedcontrol]

Defeating the Invader: How to Eliminate Japanese Knotweed

Japanese Knotweed (Reynoutria japonica) is an invasive plant species that has garnered a notorious reputation for its ability to thrive in diverse environments, wreaking havoc on native ecosystems and property values alike. Recognized by its bamboo-like stems, heart-shaped leaves, and clusters of small, creamy-white flowers, this persistent plant can quickly overrun gardens, roadsides, and riverbanks. To protect your property and the environment, it's crucial to learn effective methods for eradicating Japanese Knotweed.

1. Early Detection is Key: The first step in successfully eliminating Japanese Knotweed is early detection. As soon as you spot this invader on your property, take action. Knotweed spreads rapidly, both through underground rhizomes and above-ground stems, so addressing it promptly is essential.

2. Herbicide Treatment: Herbicides are one of the most effective methods for managing knotweed. Glyphosate-based herbicides, such as Roundup, are commonly used. Apply the herbicide during the plant's active growing season, typically in late spring or early summer. Follow the manufacturer's instructions carefully, as excessive use can harm other plants. Repeated applications over several years may be necessary to fully eradicate the infestation.

3. Cutting and Removal: Cutting Japanese Knotweed down to the ground and disposing of the cuttings properly is another method to consider. This should be done in late spring or early summer when the plant is actively growing. Be vigilant about removing all plant material from the site, as even a small fragment can regrow. Dispose of the cuttings at a landfill or through a controlled composting process that ensures the plant's destruction.

4. Smothering with Barriers: Creating a physical barrier can help suffocate the plant. Lay down a thick layer of black plastic or geotextile fabric over the affected area, ensuring it is well-anchored to the ground. This method is effective when combined with herbicide treatment, as it weakens the plant while preventing it from receiving sunlight.

5. Excavation and Removal: For severe infestations, excavation may be necessary. Hire professionals to dig up the entire infested area, including the roots and rhizomes. This method can be costly and may disrupt the landscape, but it's often the most reliable way to completely eliminate Japanese Knotweed.

6. Biological Control: In some regions, releasing knotweed-specific insects or pathogens can be a sustainable control method. Research local regulations and consult with experts to determine if this option is viable for your location.

7. Continuous Monitoring: After taking action to eliminate Japanese Knotweed, continuous monitoring is essential. Even the smallest missed fragment can lead to regrowth. Regularly inspect the affected area for any signs of resurgence, and be prepared to repeat the chosen control method if necessary.

However, with diligence and the right approach, you can protect your property and the surrounding environment from this invasive species. Act swiftly, employ the appropriate methods, and stay vigilant to successfully kill weeds and restore your land to its natural state.

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[plantsworldbiofertilize]

How to Get Rid of Japanese Knotweed

How to Get Rid of Japanese Knotweed It is native to eastern Asia in Japan, China and Korea. In North America and Europe, this species has succeeded in establishing its presence in many countries. Botanical description It has hollow stems with high nodes, very similar to the bamboo plant, but it does not belong to the bamboo family. Japanese Knotweed (Reynoutria japonica) High It may reach a…

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[blatantescapism]

Japanese Knotweed, Reynoutria japonica, is the worst invasive species for taking over those soggy-ditch habitats.

They’re a real bastard to kill, you have to literally eradicate them. Literally pull up every single tiny bit of root, or they come back stronger.

my brain is permanently haunted by Arundinaria gigantea and the Canebrakes

American bamboo is disappearing and almost nobody knows about it, and most of the pictures labeled as A. gigantea online are actually invasive bamboo from Asia