#saintpaulias

[horsesarecreatures]

African violets N-Adam and AV-Extasy

[geopsych]

Bridget and the Saintpaulias for Caturday.

[clatterbane]

The haul from a productive little journey to Blomsterlandet ("Flower Country") after work this evening. Plus some miscellaneous junk visible out in the balcony room, which is past due some spring garden cleanup!

My primary mission today was to pick up some tomato plants. It hopefully shouldn't be too early, since they are going in the glassed-in balcony area. No seeds started this year, and we do have the car now so it's much easier to haul all kinds of stuff around.

I grabbed two tomato plants, and this mystery vaguely banana pepper-looking variety to go into the three existing buckets.

I know the 'Totem' is supposed to be good in containers and heavy bearing for a smallish plant. Then I decided to stay sane for our current growing situation, and opted for this other bush tomato variety that I'd never heard of before.

But! Turns out that 'Vilma' has some other plans in mind.

That's it, that's how big the plants get. I like the cute little micro dwarves, and these are supposed to have a good flavor. But, somehow I think that the bucket will need to find another new occupant.

For now, at least, I think 'Vilma' will probably be better off moving up into one of these.

Besides the edibles, I also couldn't resist picking up these when I saw them.

A few unnamed African violets, and the lone Cape Primrose that I saw in the store. (Though, come to find out, these are apparently all classified as Streptocarpus now.) Not as wild about the pinks, but I'll take what I can get. All the Saintpaulias and Streptocarpus that I had (including the few luggage-smuggled from the UK) ended up dying for one reason or another, and I'm glad to get some more cheerful little blooming buddies in here.

Their new home in the living room for now. With that sad aloe and dracaena which needs some serious repotting. It's just staying too chilly in the balcony plant room still. (Which is what got most of the other ones.) Hopefully I will manage to keep these happier than the last ones!

[schindgi-rin]

[ruttotohtori]

Lapsena mun lempparikukka oli saintpaulia ja sen takia olinkin tosi ilonen, ku sain selville, että Irwin Goodmanilla on kyseisestä kukkasesta kertova laulu, Saintpaulia Reeperpaan

[argentumcg]

Baby Saintpaulia variegata

[locallostsoul]

🌱 Streptocarpus sect. Saintpaulia (African Violet)

A new friend :) I really wanted to try african violets again, after my first one ...passed away tragically...

[pier-carlo-universe]

Saintpaulia: Le piante d'appartamento più amate. Il Fascino delle Violette Africane tra Storia. Consigli e Guida alla Cura

Le Saintpaulia, comunemente conosciute come violette africane, sono tra le piante d’appartamento più amate e coltivate per la loro bellezza, la facilità di cura e la lunga fioritura.

Le Saintpaulia, comunemente conosciute come violette africane, sono tra le piante d’appartamento più amate e coltivate per la loro bellezza, la facilità di cura e la lunga fioritura. Con i loro delicati fiori dalle tonalità che vanno dal viola al rosa, passando per il bianco e il blu, queste piante portano un tocco di eleganza e colore in qualsiasi ambiente. Origine e Storia della��

[doseofindependence]

The African Violet (Saintpaulia ionantha)

The African Violet Saintpaulia ionantha, commonly known as African violet, is a popular flowering houseplant appreciated for its attractive, velvety leaves and delicate, colorful flowers. African violets are native to Tanzania, a country in East Africa. They were discovered in the late 19th century by Baron Walter von Saint Paul-Illaire, a German colonial official. African violets have dark…

[horsesarecreatures]

I love this little violet windowsill. From left to right are Optimara My Darling, S. Rupicola, RS Winter Flower, Witch Doctor, R Barbaris, and Optimara Trinidad II.

[veshadi]

Saintpaulia - violette africaine

Cette jolie petite plante a rejoint mon foyer le 30 Juin 2023.

C'est une fleur non toxique pour les chats. Elle s'arrose très peu. Elle existe aussi en teinte violette plus foncée, et en rose.

J'ai jamais eu la main verte, mais ça fait un moment que je me dis qu'il faudrait que j'agrémente un peu mon balcon... Affaire à suivre 🌼🌻🌸🌷

[amo-ridere]

What used to be my craft room is basically a plant room. Why? Blooms are why. They like this room for some reason and I'm not sure why. #offlinegoings #blooms #houseplants #schlumbergera #saintpaulia #houseplantcare #houseplants #GoodNews https://www.instagram.com/p/Cq0docQumUZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[himekokosu]

Saintpaulia

[miundy-draws]

My participation to ⁦@p5tarotzine

Had to do Hifumi with Saintpaulia! 🌸 You can still get a zine in the leftovers sale!

[maracujatangerine]

82. Taking Note

CW: mental health issues, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

The pale light of an overcast winter’s day flattened all the colours; the yellow curtains, the violet saintpaulia on the windowsill, the pet’s own blonde hair, everything taking on a washed-out tinge of grey. Coriander sat at the kitchen table, pen in hand, staring at a blue notebook. Miss Lydia had asked it to choose one of the notebooks at her bookshop yesterday.

“Perhaps you would like to try writing down your thoughts?” She had suggested, gently. “It is not for me to read. I promise that I won’t. Cross my heart, and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!”

She laughed, but the look in her brown eyes was serious.

“You can write down anything you want, and it will be for your eyes only, okay?”

The pet had nodded and told her that it understood. Now, Miss Lydia was out. She had gone for coffee with Cecilia, and the pet had elected to stay at home.

The notebook it had chosen had a Japanese-style drawing of a cresting wave on the cover, the white tips of the wave rendered with splashes in glossy silver. The white pages were neatly lined in black.

The radio was on in the background, a piece by Händel tugging at some half-remembered string at the back of the pet’s mind. Cory knew that Miss Lydia had left Radio 3 on for the pet’s sake, but that she wouldn’t mind if it changed the station, just like she hadn’t minded that the pet had chosen to stay behind when she went out.

It used to agonise endlessly over such small decisions. Did Miss Lydia want it to say yes or no? Would this thing make it a better pet, or would that?

Nowadays, more and more, it felt like it could trust that its owner said what she meant. If she needed it to come, she would let it know. If she gave it a choice, she truly wanted it to make up its own mind.

That was an unprecedented freedom. Generosity beyond its wildest dreams. It knew it was extraordinarily lucky.

It should be happy, should it not?

And it was grateful, it was!

But happiness eluded it

In the beginning, everything had brought it joy. Or, well, at least relief.

Having its wounds treated, feeling its body healing, aches and pains receding to the back of its mind and gradually fading away.

Hunger, the dull gnawing of an empty stomach, the weakness and loss of focus that comes with days and days without enough food to eat. The terrible fear of feeling your own body consuming itself to stay alive. No more!

In its life with Miss Lydia, Coriander could still feel hungry, sometimes. At the end of a long day, before lunch at work, out on a hike in the woodlands. But it never felt truly hungry. That bottomless need for sustenance was a thing of the past.

These things brought relief. The joy came later.

Miss Lydia gently petting its hair, and Coriander genuinely wanting - and daring - to lean into her touch.

Playing the tin whistle for Miss Indira and the doctor responding with enthusiastic applause.

Laughing together with Miss Lydia without the pet having to carefully guard every word to avoid angering its owner.

Working at the shop and being given a nod of approval from Miss Carla at a job well done.

Sitting in the garden and watching flowers bloom from seeds they had sown together.

These were all things of joy, of beauty. Miss Lydia was consistently fair and kind. The pet felt healthy now, strong, even. Its damaged shoulder still impeded its daily life, its scars ached sometimes, and the nightmares refused to go away, but these were mere trifles in the grand scheme of things.

So, why wasn’t it happy?

It should be. It had been.

But now, lately, it was like some undefined malaise had taken hold of the pet. A depressing weight that suffused everything, that stole joy out of everything, just like the grey winter light leaked the colours away.

Looking down on the pages, the pet realised it had written the same sentence over and over.

Why did this happen to me?

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