#seeded eucalyptus

[sable-roteuth]

To Join the Continuum

~Today's drawing's song issssss~

[jersey-blooms]

Wedding done in Summer of 2022. Bridal party. Bouquet, Boutonniere, and crown for the bride.

The bride's bouquet contained lavender song roses, gardenia, seeded eucalyptus, silver dollar eucalyptus, and purple limonium.

Arranged handheld and hand tied with a ribbon wrapped finish.

Gardenia are an interesting flower to work with, as they cannot come in contact with the oil of your skin, lest they blemish, as well as lacking a stem. Meaning the designer must create one to use in arranging.

The groom's boutonniere is simply white spray roses, purple limonium, and wire accents.

The crown consists of a wire form with seeded and silver dollar leaves mounted to it using floral tape, with purple limonium and blue thistle added for texture, color, and variety.

[samuelhumphreys]

Learning to discriminate less in regards to where plants come from. I often get called a plant racist. Indigenous, native, local, exotic—these terms complicate nature. There’s beauty and aesthetic purpose in most plants, even if their wild ancestors came from 3 or 3,000km away. 🌳 West Australian Red Flowering Gum - Corymbia ficifolia. 🌳 Mountain Ash - Eucalyptus Regnans. 🌳 🌳 🌳 #seeds #nativeplants #indigenousplants #exotic #local #eucalyptus #eucalyptusregnans #corymbiaficifolia (at Cape Schanck) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj8-eqTBzu0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[artbyisabelh]

Six on Saturday 06/22/2024

I’m finally getting to post this Saturday! Last Saturday I was busy in the garden, and the one before that, I was out of town in Miami. I took my son to a car meet where we spent 4 hours under the hot South Florida sun taking pictures of some cool cars, some that I could never afford… it was all fun. But this time, I’m posting before I tackle my Saturday landscaping chores. Despite the rainy week…

[dwyane-moggridge-1986]

seeded eucalyptus, diy wedding greenery, popular wedding greenery, seeded euc, flower moxie

[thecupidwitch]

Herb's Properties

Basil:  money, luck, prosperity, happiness

Bay Leaf: energy, cleansing, can be charged with almost any intention

Camomile: Caring, kindness, luck, growth, self-love growth, confidence, avoiding negativity, happiness

Cinnamon: passion, quick success, fire magick

Chia seeds: Growth, health, kindness, Property

Chilli flakes:  Pride, confidence, power, strength, Passion

Cumin: Courage, bravery, protection, loyalty

Dandelion: wishes, charisma, success, good luck

Dill: sexual love, luck, protection

Eucalyptus: cleansing, healing, purifying, relaxing, comfort

Fennel:  hate, anger

Flax seeds: Prosperity, growth, new beginnings

Ginger: fiery passion, success, and personal power

Jasmine: love, dreams, sensuality, luxury and kindness

Lavender: love and attraction, purification, relaxation, restful sleep

Nutmeg: luck, Health, Fidelity, Love, Prosperity, comfort, loyalty

Oregano:  comfort, love, warmth

Paprika:  Pride, confidence, power, strength

Parsley: Cleansing. purification

Peppermint: healing, purification, love and energy, cleansing, prosperity

Poppy seeds: protection, intuition, self-assurance, hexing and cursing

Rose: love, beauty, harmony, romance, attraction

Rosemary: cleansing, purification, wisdom, protection

Sesame seeds: Prosperity, growth, health, nurturing

Spearmint: love, cleansing, renewal, blessing

Sunflower seeds: happiness, growth, joy

Thyme: beauty, strength, courage

Turmeric: confidence, creativity, energy

Vanilla: love and sexuality

tip jar

[du-maurier-woodworking]

[nurserykart1]

plants, plants for home, plants for life, indoor plants, outdoor plants, nursery near you, botanical, flowers, seasonal flowers, pots, landscaping,

https://nurserykart.in/

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Correspondences for Days of the Week [quick reference]

Sunday 

Sun 

Gold, white, yellow 

Diamond, amber, tiger’s eye, sunstone, topaz, gold 

Cedar, frankincense, lemon, St. John’s wort 

Success, fame, prosperity, hope, healing, fortune 

Monday 

Moon 

Silver, white, blue 

Moonstone, silver, aquamarine, selenite 

Jasmine, lemon, sandalwood, honeysuckle, myrtle, willow 

Peace, dreams, emotions, illusions, glamours, psychic abilities, insight, wisdom, manifestation

Tuesday 

Mars 

Red, orange 

Bloodstone, ruby, garnet, flint, rhodonite, iron, steel 

Basil, patchouli, ginger, black pepper, dragon’s blood 

Power, lust, force, passion, will, courage, physical strength, war, energy, action, independence, practicality, protection 

Wednesday 

Mercury 

Yellow, purple, grey

Emerald, agate, fluorite, citrine, aventurine, mica, pumice, quicksilver, zinc 

Lavender, eucalyptus, jasmine, sweet pea 

Communication, arts, travel, luck, change, chance, gambling, creativity 

Thursday 

Jupiter 

Blue, purple, yellow 

Amethyst, lepidolite, sugilite, yellow sapphire, lapis lazuli, tin 

Clove, oak, cinnamon, nutmeg, sage 

Abundance, gain, riches, prosperity, wealth, success, luck, self-confidence, investment, gatherings, favors, ambition, mercy, humanity, publicity  

Friday 

Venus 

Pink, green, aqua, peach 

Jade, lapis lazuli, rose quartz, coral, emerald, malachite, copper 

Rose, yarrow, saffron, vanilla, thyme, sandalwood, strawberry  

Love, fertility, romance, friendships, passion, creativity  

Saturday 

Saturn 

Black, grey

Jet, obsidian, onyx, lead, pewter, hematite 

Cypress, myrrh, patchouli, black poppy seeds 

Safety, protection, intellect, life lessons, loss, past lives, law, justice, sincerity, restraint, discipline, responsibility, caution, time, chaos  

© 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 𝙰𝙳-𝙲𝙰𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰

[alienssstufff]

BLOODHOUNDS

ft Y.T and Tripwire

[their ‘duo name’ is Bloodhounds from now on btw… if you even care..]

alternative title ver- it would’ve taken away the effect of the *COUGH* easter egg

notes n what not coming soon

The sketch and the flowers used :3

The composition originally was going to be a lot different (had two in mind) where the Red King’s involvement would’ve been more prominent. Went with this one simply cuz it was just more fun to experiment, where the negative space is made front and centre focus :]

Whennnn picking out the plants ddint think for a second about symbolism- and going off of just ANY flower for flower language would have been too big of a selection pool… So in respects to SL environmental setting - native Australian plants it was.

-The golden wattle trees by its abundance and have benefited Aboriginal and Torres Straight Islanders for thousands of years to create various markers and tools. The plant survives harsh droughts, and its seeds have a coating strong enough that can be salvageable beyond bushfires.

-as a signifier of Spring and new beginnings hence rebirth, the golden wattle to me was also very thematically fitting for a season like Secret Life :]

-I never looked into what Illawarra flame trees (the flowers of the coat my SL!Bdubs design is wearing) before until today.. and I quote “Regains confidence and self-approval, able to make commitments with the strength of self-reliance. Clarity in life and ability to adapt to all situations. Secure enough to express and communicate true feelings. To be beautiful and strong ” [SOURCE: Australian Bushflowers] which…. Ok damn. There’s also alcohol in it.

-Eucalyptus trees in Indigenous Australian culture represent the division between the underworld, the Earth and heaven.

The selection of plants while don’t represent Bloodhounds together - but more of what Martyn and Bdubs are individually, they’re interesting in the things they have in common what they represent. And the differences they go about this loyalty throughout the seasons and why they devote - especially in LimL and SL.. Fascinating stuff.

[greenwitchcrafts]

August 2024 Witch Guide

New Moon: August 4th

First Quarter: August 12th

Full moon: August 19th

Last Quarter: August 26th

Sabbats: Lughnasadh/Lammas- August 1st

August Sturgeon Moon

Also known as: Barely Moon, Black Cherries Moon, Corn moon, Dispute Moon, Harvest moon, Herb Moon, grain moon, Mountain Shadows Moon, Red moon, Ricing Moon, Weodmonath & Wyrt moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Leo & Virgo

Animal spirts: Dryads

Deities: Diana, Ganesha, Hathor, Hecate, Mars, Nemesis, Thot & Vulcan

Animals: Dragon, lion, phoenix & sphinx

Birds: Crane, eagle & falcon

Trees: Alder, cedar & hazel

Herbs: Basil, bay, fennel, orange, rosemary, rue & St.John's wort

Flowers: Angelica, chamomile, marigold & sunflower

Scents: Frankincense & heliotrope

Stones: Carnelian, cats/tiger's eye, emerald, fire agate, garnet, jade, moonstone, peridot, red jasper, red agate, sardonyx, topaz & tourmaline

Colors: Dark green, gold, orange, red & yellow

Energy: Abundance, appreciation, authority, courage, entertainment, finding your voice, friendship, gathering, harvesting energy, health, love, pleasures, power, prophecy, prosperity, vitality & wisdom

The name Sturgeon Moon comes from the giant lake sturgeon of the Great Lakes & Lake Champlain; this native freshwater fish was readily caught during this part of summer & an important food staple for Native Americans who lived in the region. At one time the lake sturgeon was quite abundant in late summer, though they are rarer today.

• August's full moon is the first Supermoon of the year, which means that it will appear bigger & brighter than the full Moons we have seen so far!

Lughnasadh

Known as: Lammas, August Eve  & Feast of Bread

Season: Summer

Element: Fire

Symbols: corn, grain dollies & shafts of grain

Colors: Gold, golden yellow, green, light brown, orange, purple, red & yellow

Oils/Incense: Aloe, apple, corn, eucalyptus, safflower, rose & sandalwood

Animals: Cattle (bull & calf)

Birds: Chicken/Rooster

Stones: Aventurine, carnelian, citrine, peridot, sardonyx & yellow diamond

Food: Apples, barely cakes, berries, berry pies, breads, colcannon, cider, corn, grains, honey, lamb, nuts, potatoes, rice, sun-shaped cookies & wild berries

Herbs/Plants: Alfalfa, aloe, blackberry, bramble, corn, cornsilk, corn stalk, crab apple, fenugreek, frankincense, ginseng, goldenseal, gorse, grape, medowsweet, oak leaves, pear, rye, sloe & wheat

Flowers:  Clyclamen, heather hollyhock & sunflower

Trees: Acacia, apple, myrtle,oak & rowan

Goddesses: Aine, Alphito, Bracacia, Carmen, Ceres, Damina, Danu, Demeter, Ereshkigal, Freya, Frigga, Gaia, Inanna Ishtar, Kait, Persephone, Sul, Taillte, Tea & Zaramama

Gods: Athar, Bes, Bran, Dagon, Dumuzi, Ebisu, Ghanan, Howtu, Liber, Lono, Lugh, Neper, Odin & Xochipilli

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Accomplishment, agriculture, challenges, darkness, death, endings, release & transformation

Spellwork: Abundance, bounty, fire magick, rituals of thanks & sun magick

Activities:

• Bake fresh bread

• Weave wheat

• Take walks in nature or along bodies of water

• Craft a corn doll

• Learn a new skill

• Watch the sunrise/sunset

• Leave grains and seeds in a place where birds, squirrels and other small animals can appreciate them

• Eat outside with family/friends/coven members

• Donate to your local foodbank

• Prepare a feast with your garden harvest

• Give thanks & offerings to the Earth

• Trade crafts of make deals

• Gather and/or dry herbs to use for the upcoming year

• Celebrate/honor the god Lugh by hosting a competition of games

• Participate in matchmaking or handfasting ceremonies

• Decorate your altar with symbols of the season

• Clean up a space in nature

• Plant saved seeds or save seeds to use in the future

Lughnasadh or Lammas is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season. Historically it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland & the Isle of Man. Traditionally it is held on 1 August, or about halfway between the summer solstice & autumn equinox. In recent centuries some of the celebrations have shifted to the Sunday nearest this date.

Lughnasadh is mentioned in early Irish literature & has pagan origins. The festival is named after Lugh the god of craftsmanship. It was also founded by the god Lugh as a funeral feast & athletic competition/funeral games in memory of his foster-mother Tailtiu. She was said to have died of exhaustion after clearing the plains of Ireland for agriculture.

• Tailtiu may have been an earth goddess who represented the dying vegetation that fed mankind.

• Another tale says that Lugh founded the festival in memory of his two wives, the sisters Nás & Bói. 

In the Middle Ages it involved great gatherings that included ceremonies, athletic contests (most notably the Tailteann Games which were extremely dangerous), horse racing, feasting, matchmaking & trading.

• With the coming of Christianity to the Celtic lands, the old festival of Lughnasadh took on Christian symbolism. Loaves of bread were baked from the first of the harvested grain & placed on the church altar on the first Sunday of August. The Christianized name for the feast of Lughnasadh is Lammas which means “loaf mass”.

Some believe this is the time where the God has weakened & is losing his strength as seen in the waning of the day's light. The Goddess is pregnant with the young God who will be born on Yule.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[todaysbird]

the red-capped parrot is a species of broad-tailed parrot native to southeastern australia. these parrots are distinguished by their namesake red caps as well as their bright blue bellies and chests. females are slightly duller than males, with a telltale white stripe on the under-surface of the wing. red-capped parrots feed primarily on eucalyptus seeds along with fruits, vegetation and occasionally insects. they are social, gregarious birds that often become anxious and difficult to breed in captivity.

[hummingbee-lievable]

Song of the Day #24:

'Mile Magnificent' by Molly OfGeography (released 2019).

An apartment when it's empty echoes lovely, bright and clean

Sing odes to green-blue water that we stole so it comes free

All things end, it's part of living; forest fires feed the trees

Lift your glasses full of sunshine, sing a toast to gasoline

Track #4 on 'Myths'.

Fun fact: Molly refers to this song as 'The Song My Producer Said I Was Not Allowed To Name “CHICAGO IS BETTER THAN NEW YORK”'.* Honestly, her descriptions for so of the songs on this album are hilarious:

'1) The Song That Made My Producer Go, “Wait, What Was That Bit About Worms?”

2) The Song My Producer Said I Had To Append A Parenthetical To So That People Would Be Able To Find It Because The Lyrics Never Mention The Title Once But I Was Raised On Fanfiction So Joke’s On You, Pal! I Love A Long Title With A Parenthetical In It!!!

3) The Song That Is Sad'

Pretty dang accurate, honestly. Also, I think she has a Tumblr!!! *Gasp.* What if I...tag her???

@ofgeography Hiiii and thank you, your music is amazing.

I did it bees and knees (yes, this is my hip modern way of including every kind of person, fight me or provide more hilarious options; I'm content with either option).

I have had a fun time perusing this flavourful dose of humanity's wild website and I think my fun fact today should be her story where she becomes a donut god:

You're welcome, singular entity that reads this blog (that entity being my sister and/or the rogue bots, doesn't matter, we're all friends here).

Personal blurb: Alright, full disclosure time: I discovered this artist because of the 'Good Omens' fandom. Someone said we were missing out on feelings and shared this song, and when I tell you I felt those feelings, I certainly don't mean that I danced to this on repeat for several months (and her 'Hanahaki (Bloom)'), often at 3 in the morning in the bathroom. Of course not.

Pro tip: dancing with your toothbrush in your mouth is a choking hazard, but in the spirit of Alanis Morissette, I recommend doing it anyway:

One of my favourite books in the world is 'The Overstory' by Richard Powers. In it, one of the themes that arises often is the concept of pyrophitic serotinous plants (it's okay, I won't remember it either). They are plants that need fire to open. (There are actually different types of pyrophitic plants, from passive to fire-activated but I probably shouldn't start talking about that because you'll need to pull out the duct tape.)

(Technically, 'serotinous' plants are a category in which plants release seeds over a longer period of time, and it doesn't matter how they are released, but the seeds that open by fire fit into this category.) The eucalyptus tree, the lodgehole pine, and other trees encase their seeds in resin that can only be melted by fire (thereby releasing the seeds).

The thing that I love about this concept is this: we need to burn to grow. I recently read this book called 'Life in Oil' about the Cofàn tribe in Ecuador who were drastically impacted by oil companies. And the thing was: Yes. They were impacted horribly (physically, psychologically, environmentally, the works). They also survived. They figured out, through tumult and trial and falling apart, how to keep going.

This song screams to me of that same instinct. I mean, look at us. This is what we do, isn't it? We fight, we fall, we continue. We're just like every other aspect of nature in that we are born, and in our fight to continue, we impact everything around us. We're just a part of the cycle and eventually we will decay back to where we belong and serve as soil for our children. And all we'll be? A story. And after a while, not even that. Just a whisper of what was.

In a way? I find that freeing. We might as well live the life we want to live; how little it will matter. (This isn't absolution, please don't go murdering people.) I just mean that I don't have to put so much weight into every little thing. Not everything has to be joyful or depressing (and if we really think about it, everything is always a balance of both). It can just be what it is.

We are as we are. And we don't have to love ourselves for it, but we don't have to hate ourselves either.

I love the lyrics to this song. For a long time, I misheard 'We're animals of love/ the city never makes us beg' as 'the city never makes us pay' and I don't know why? But I kind of like that image.

We are animals of love. And that's okay.

We are the cogs in a continuous cycle and we always will be.

I think often of this monologue (content warning for the video, it's gory, but you don't need to watch it, you can just listen) from 'Midnight Mass' so often, in regards to this:

We just are. Everything just is.

[ohthewh0rror]

SAVE YOUR TEARS.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — you should know better than to go behind your husbands back.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 1k

TW: domestic violence and implied torture

A/N: this is actually an excerpt from this Tom/halfblood!OC story I’m writing, but I don’t know if I’ll ever actually post it, so I’ll just replace her name with Y/N and post the snippets here.

Y/N’s hands grabbed desperately at Tom, his stride keeping him just a step ahead of her, just out of reach. She could feel the tears drip onto her own robes, throat aching as she pleaded with him to not do this. That’s their boy, their only son. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Tom kept on his path to the boys room.

Knowing they were growing closer and closer to his room, Y/N gave herself one last desperate push to grab Tom’s arm. She felt her fingers manage to snag the sleeves of his robe, and with all the energy she could muster in the moment, she yanked him.

The action only served to make Tom more mad, “unhand me!”. His voice was razor sharp, vaguely unrecognizable, as he yanked his arm from her grasp. In all their years together, she’d never seen him so angry, making her fear for their son only grow. Tom quickly turned and quickened his pace, the distance growing more and more between them, as her legs began to feel like jelly.

He made it to the room before her, making sure she wouldn’t get the chance to step in. Y/N twisted, turned, and pulled on the old brass knob hoping by some miracle it would open.

But it never did.

Y/N could hear the screams from the room, her head hanging in defeat as she crumbled to the ground. Her own screams of sorrow joined Mattheo’s as Tom punished him.

She curled into a ball onto the floor, and for the first time since she was a child, prayed to the muggle God to let Tom have mercy on him.

Y/N sat in the clawfoot tub unable to move. The warmth of the water and the smell of eucalyptus should have brought her some sense of peace, but ever since Mattheo’s “punishment” earlier, she felt as if a part of her had withered away. The crushing guilt and bitterness towards not being able to stop her husband left a bitter taste on her tongue. The seed of resentment that had planted itself in her heart had sprouted, firmly planting itself there.

The sight of Mattheo on the floor, twitching, blood smeared on the edges of his mouth, made her mouth run dry. The thudding of her heart threatened to cease as her heart broke in two, she rushed to him. As Y/N knelt next to her son, she gingerly cupped the back of his head, bringing it to her lap. A shrill wail escaped from between her lips and she looked at her son, who was out of it from whatever spell Tom had used against him.

She knew Tom was becoming more ruthless by the day, but she had hoped that it’d never come to this. Perhaps she was delusional, but she—

The quiet of the room was broken when the door clicked open, breaking her out of her thoughts. Y/N didn’t bother turning around or acknowledging who it was as she already knew. Y/N kept her sight trained on the wall as she listened to her husband's shoes click against the tile. Out her peripheral she could see him lean lazily against the counter, staring at her. “You knew he was being swayed against me, didn’t you?” Tom asked her. He sounded calm and collected, and that terrified her more than his anger. She contemplated lying, but decided her chances of living were better if she just came clean.

“Not exactly, I just had my suspicions, that’s all,” finally, she looked at him, and what she saw terrified her. His eyes looked dead, the blue of them shades darker than they should have been. They pierced right through her, leaving her feeling exposed. Breaking eye contact with her, Tom began to remove the outer layer of his robes, before working his way to the suit he wore underneath. He rolled the sleeves of his black dress shirt up to his elbows before turning back to face her.

Her eyes never left him as he lazily made his way towards her. It took everything in Y/N not to shrink away, unsure of if she should trust him in this moment. Tom sat on the edge of the tub, his hand reaching out and cupping her cheek, his thumb running over her lips. He gave her a small smile, eyeing her, almost as if he was admiring her. She relaxed slightly, thinking she had been spared from his ire.

Only after she relaxed did she understand his true intentions. Instantly, his hand slid down to her throat, blunt nails digging into the side of her throat as his grip tightened. Before she had a chance to react, Tom shoved her down into the soapy water, holding her there. After a few seconds Tom brought her back up, unable to open her eyes that burned from the soap suds. Tom only let her take a single breath before he shoved her back under, holding her there a little longer than last time.

This time Y/N came back up choking, trying desperately to get the water out her lungs. Her hands shot up, gripping Tom’s wrist, but he was unphased as he stared down at her struggling to breathe. As her coughing died down, his grip loosened as Y/N’s eyes began to fill with tears. She could feel her whole body shaking as she feared what he was going to do next.

Tom released his grip on her neck completely, raising his hand and bringing it up to wipe her wet eyes, unbothered by the involuntary flinch she gave. “Do not let me hear that my wife and son are trying to conspire against me again. My love for you is the only thing that saved the both of you tonight,” Tom told her. The underlying threat left her terrified and unable to speak; she gave him a nod of understanding, hoping he’d leave her be now.

Tom placed a kiss on the center of her forehead before getting up, leaving Y/N alone with her own thoughts once again.