#turk's-cap lily

[vandaliatraveler]

Yet more gifts of Appalachian summer.

I've been on a mission to catalogue as many of Central Appalachia's summer wildflowers and berries as possible for an online project I'm starting up. Above is the haul from yesterday, including the stunning orange-fringed orchid (Platanthera ciliaris), a grand summer orchid of Appalachia's wet seeps and meadows. Downy rattlesnake plantain (Goodyera pubescens), another of our summer-blooming orchids, may not be quite as showy, but its intricately-patterned leaves are quite striking. Turk's-cap lily (Lilium superbum) is also in bloom in our local wet meadows and swamps. It's distinguished from its close cousin Canada lily by more strongly recurved petals and a green, star-like pattern in the center of its flowers. A single Turk's cap lily can produce dozens of flowers from its rangy stems. At home in moist woodland edges and streambanks, summer phlox (Phlox paniculata), sometimes also referred to as fall phlox and garden phlox, produces loads of gorgeous pink or white flowers from mid-July through September. Because this phlox is commonly planted in gardens nowadays, it's hard to know if plants in the wild are true natives or escapees.

[florealegiardini]

Beautiful close up of a Turk's-cap lily ~ Sari brown Via Flickr

[aria-diary]

Turk's Cap Lily

[peaceinthestorm]

Max Beckmann (1884-1950, German) ~  Türkenbundlilien, 1937

[Source: Sotheby’s]

[youseemsurprised]

My favorite flowers

[crudlynaturephotos]

[theyoungwaldschrat]

Lilium martagon - Turk's cap lily

[brucestambaughsblog]

A Morning Well Spent

Like this Tiger Swallowtail, butterflies are drawn to Turk’s Cap lilies. Photo by Bruce Stambaugh I visit Shenandoah National Park whenever I can. Being retired has its advantages. I usually go to the park with a purpose in mind. Recently, I drove the 45 miles from my home in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley to the Big Meadows area of the popular national park for several reasons. I like to capture…

[heaveninawildflower]

Floral study with Turk's Cap Lilies (1840/1850) by Leopold von Stoll (1808 – 1889).

Watercolour on paper.

Österreichische Galerie Belvedere.

[dreamingkatie]

Wildflowers

Days like this, it’s hard to remember why I’m afraid of him. He comes in for an early supper, his huge hands gentle around a bunch of wildflowers he’s picked on his way in from the farthest field. Turk’s cap lilies and lady slippers and larkspur and Oconee bells. I fill a vase with lukewarm water and he grins and holds out his offering.

My stomach flip flops but I return the smile and take the flowers, arranging them and flinching only the tiniest bit as he brushes by me to wash up, his fingers squeezing the back of my neck as he passes.

I set the flowers on the counter and bring the dishes to the table. Dishes I’ve learned to time just right, so that nothing is cold and nothing is overdone. His footsteps in the hallway, heavy on the oak floors. I stand by my chair and wait, watching his face carefully. He sits and I serve him, a pretty plate of shrimp and grits, garnished with bacon and green onions, sautéed chard, a warm biscuit dripping with butter and honey.

I stand back and wait, my fingers intertwined in front of me. He makes the sign of the Cross and prays. I whisper it along. Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts…

“Sit down,” he says.

I watch him eat. He grunts his approval, and I take his plate for seconds.

“It was a long day, Kate,” he says and he takes a bite of his biscuit, chewing thoughtfully.

I nod. “It's so hot,” I whisper.

“I’m gonna need to use my belt tonight, baby,” he says. “Such a long day.”

I remember why I’m afraid of him. My legs tremble. He stands to take his plate to the sink and stops, peppering my face with kisses, repeating that he loves me, he loves me, he loves me.

[oldsardens]

Adriaen van Nieulandt - Tulips, roses, Turk's cap lilies

[vandaliatraveler]

Summer on the Deckers Creek Trail in Preston County.

From top: wild bergamot (Monarda fistulosa), whose fragrant odor permeates the trail in late July; downy skullcap (Scutellaria incana), an adorable perennial mint that clumps gregariously with wild bergamot; buttonbush (Cephalanthus occidentalis), easily identified by its pincushion-like flowers; Canada lily (Lilium canadense), which can be distinguished from the very similar Turk's-cap lily by petals that don't reflex past the flower's base; the elegant tall thimbleweed (Anemone virginiana), named after the thimble-shaped mound of pistils at the center of its flower; white meadowsweet (Spiraea alba), a lovely native spiraea that grows in damp meadows; and summer phlox (Phlox paniculata), also known as fall phlox, because it blooms prolifically from late July through September.

[florealegiardini]

Turk's Cap Lily Collection ~ Brecks.com

[mariesstudying]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

Love this question @curiousthg !!

I’ve never really been one to have headcanons but one things I can imagine is Katniss and Peeta’s kids wanting to help them provide for or take care of the family in some way and Katniss just being super against it because of her childhood.

In the epilogue for Mockingjay, Katniss mentions she didn’t agree to have kids with Peeta for 15 years, which would have made her 32 -34 when she had her daughter (depending on when Mockingjay takes place, she would have been 17 or 18 when the rebellion is over and also depending how long it took for her to get pregnant plus 9 months).

Based on the movies portrayal of Katniss and Peeta’s kids, I’m going to assume a 2-3 year age gap since one is a toddler and the other is an infant (I’m bad at guessing ages so there’s that). I have a feeling Katniss and Peeta are the type to wait a while before having kid number 2.

For names, I think it’d made sense to go for a flower/plant based names like Katniss and Prim had. For example: Azalea for the Flame Azalea, Lily for the Turk’s Cap Lily or Aster for the Golden Aster. These are the names of some flowers that grow in the Appalachian Mountains where district 12 is located. I can also imagine them naming a daughter Rose or Primrose in honour of Prim.

Because I imagine Peeta as such a perfect girl dad, I think their daughter is most like him and their son is most like Katniss. However, I can imagine Katniss ensuring both of their children learn the basics of foraging and snares and shooting an arrow incase of any potential survival situations that could happen.

[lowcountry-gothic]

Turk's-cap lily (Lilium superbum) in North Carolina. Photos by Cynthia Radford.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

kate and monroe, flower shop au?

She blows into his shop with an unnecessarily firm slam to his door; a few terracotta pots shake from the force of it. Monroe bites back a groan, bracing himself, before pasting on a smile and stepping out of the back.

"Welcome to Flower Language. Is there anything I can help you with?"

She huffs. "Yeah, what kind of flowers do you give a complete jerk?"

What? Does she mean him, specifically, or is this more of a hypothetical? He opts to treat it as the first. "Um, I don't?"

"There's this guy," she continues as if he hadn't spoken, "And he just really ticked me off, so I want to tell him what a jerk he is, but he's super smart, so I want to do it in a way that seems smart, you know?"

He blinks once, then twice. "So you want to get him flowers?"

"To tell him he's a jerk, yeah."

This is so not what he gets paid for. On the other hand, he does actually know flower language, which it turns out most people don't actually care about; they just want to know what's pretty and cheap, and are offended when roses aren't the latter.

Fine, then. "I mean, there's the Turk's Cap Lily. It means hatred."

She actually lights up, bouncing a little on her feet. "Perfect! Do you have any of those?"

He points, and she follows his gaze, then nods enthusiastically. "Anything else?"

"Well... Scarlet Auriculas mean avarice."

"Ohhh, yeah, that's good."

In spite of himself, a smile flickers on his lips as he searches his mind for other flowers that could work. He's always enjoyed trying to put together meaningful bouquets, even though this isn't quite the meaning he prefers. "And there's Foxglove for insincerity. Plus, if you can find some dandelions, that means depart, which-"

"I think I love you. Not like that," she adds quickly, wrinkling her nose-rude, but okay, "But just. That's perfect. Thank you so much."

He helps her put together her bouquet, mentions a couple of places she might be able to find the dandelions, and sends her on her way. Huh, he thinks afterward. That was very weird.

-

They run into each other at the grocery store nearly a month later, and curiosity wins out over the urge to keep his mouth shut and get his shopping done, so he clears his throat. "How did it go with the flowers?"

She pauses, giving him a blank stare for so long that he regrets ever speaking, before recognition dawns, and she goes sheepish. "That... Turned out to be a huge misunderstanding. He's actually a really great guy, and I felt really bad."

"Oh." That's a bit of a let-down, honestly. He was hoping for something more epic than that. Now he just feels like a jerk himself. "Sorry."

Shrugging, she grins. "I mean, it worked out. He's my boyfriend now."

With that she walks off, leaving Monroe to try to figure out (once again) what on earth just happened.

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(Yes, this is drawn straight from this Tumblr post.)