#wreath goldenrod

[faguscarolinensis]

Solidago caesia / Wreath Goldenrod at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[thebotanicalarcade]

n148_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Flowers of the field and forest.. Boston,S.E. Cassino,1882.. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/17534373

[minorbugfixes]

Samhain 🍂🍄✨️🍁

[shesingspraise]

Look at this... 👀

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[druidessgeek]

Doric x female Druid reader

I know it sounds silly to have Druid with another Druid but hear me out. Doric played a more martial and offensive role in combat. The way I’m imagining a Druid reader is more in the support role that you have the option to be in game. Definitely Keyleth vibes but not outright. She hangs back, preferring to use her healing and buffing spells to help the party win the fight. Anyway, I originally wrote this really angsty but didn’t want my first fanfic posted for others to possibly read to be angst. No shade on angst writers I just didn’t want that to be my start

- [ ] Takes her a bit to warm up to you. She is worried she’ll say something stupid or sound like the inexperienced Druid she is.

- [ ] You catch her staring at you a lot though, and she tries to look away from you when you catch the tiefling’s gaze so after a long fight with a warlock trying to sacrifice innocents to his god, you finally sit next to her in front of the camp fire after catching her gaze on you.

- [ ] She is internally screaming when you start inspecting her injuries and casting a quick cure wounds on her scrapes.

- [ ] She confides in you after this. “I never learned much magic. You must think me a bad Druid.”

- [ ] You tell her that it doesn’t make her any less a Druid. That everyone has a role to play. Just because you chose the path of the healer, the nurturer, the caretaker, doesn’t make her path less valid

- [ ] “Any Druid who can take out a red mage while wild shaped is doing great at her vocation, love. Trust the process. Your time on this plane is far from over.”

- [ ] This makes the tiefling blush. You then make it a goal to see her blush at least once a day

- [ ] She asks you to teach her what the rangers couldn’t. Their knowledge of magic is respectable but no formal ritual, she knows even being good with wild shaping and a quick polymorph has left her behind in her Druidic knowledge.

- [ ] Her first lesson begins that night. She learns her first healing spell, which she then uses on a black eye you hadn’t noticed on yourself, touching it tenderly as tendrils of light soothe the inflamed bruise.

- [ ] You two are as thick as thieves after that. She comes with you when you go foraging on your travels. She can already identify most plants in the woods but some of them aren’t for food.

- [ ] You show her how to turn poisonous plants and fungus into potions to coat rocks for her sling. And you teach her how to make healing potions.

- [ ] You start noticing little flowers being left upon your things. Flowers she notices you cooing at gently under the canopy. Daffodils and bee balm in the spring. Goldenrod in the summer

- [ ] You weave them into little crowns and wreaths that you wear on your head and as bracelets, much to your fellow Druid’s poorly concealed excitement. She has to keep herself from picking every flower in the woods.

- [ ] The best part are the bees and butterflies that seem to surround you in almost a halo, sampling the nectars of the flowers, landing on your nose, and Doric, staring at you like you’re the goddess of nature herself.

- [ ] She has to keep herself from kissing you when you tell off an ignorant duke for assuming Doric evil. You even shield her from his judging gaze, returning it upon him and shaming him in front of the whole court for his willful ignorance.

- [ ] “If she’s evil for having horns and a tail, what’s that make you, my lord, for having none of this? Do they not have mirrors in your kingdom?”

- [ ] No one’s ever defended her like this. And it gives her hope. Maybe not all humans are awful. At least, not her human.

- [ ] She stays up with you on watches staring up at the stars while the others rest. She gives herself so little credit in her Druidic abilities but the way she looks up at the stars captivates you. Each constellation a unique personality, each star a close friend.

- [ ] You share your first kiss beneath those stars. She just can’t help it when she looks back down to earth and sees the most beautiful woman staring back at her like nothing else on the planet matters. She cradles your face in her hands and kisses you so gently, so tenderly that the sound of moth’s wings could have been louder.

- [ ] You’re both startled from your romance when you hear Edgin, wide awake and sarcastic as always. “It’s about time.”

[vinosities]

"My house was on the side of a hill, immediately on the edge of the larger wood, in the midst of a young forest of pitch pines and hickories, and half a dozen rods from the pond, to which a narrow footpath led down the hill. In my front yard grew the strawberry, blackberry, and life-everlasting, johnswort and goldenrod, shrub oaks and sand cherry, blueberry and groundnut. Near the end of May, the sand cherry adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good-sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side. I tasted them out of compliment to Nature, though they were scarcely palatable. The sumach grew luxuriantly about the house, pushing up through the embankment which I had made, and growing five or six feet the first season. Its broad pinnate tropical leaf was pleasant though strange to look on. The large buds, suddenly pushing out late in the spring from dry sticks which had seemed to be dead, developed themselves as by magic into graceful green and tender boughs, an inch in diameter, and sometimes, as I sat at my window, so heedlessly did they grow and tax their weak joints, I heard a fresh and tender bough suddenly fall like a fan to the ground, when there was not a breath of air stirring, broken off by its own weight. In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue and by their weight again bent down and broke the tender limbs."

— Henry David Thoreau, Walden Pond

[frankhightower]

Pokémon TF Drive Page 5: Route 34

Bringing the transformation to 15% using the tips from my last (unrelated) commission. Give to the TF drive at PayPal.me/FrankHghTwr!

Silly is what I named my starter Cyndaquil (this is why I don’t refer to my pokémon by their nicknames in public). The rivalry (DA, FA, TB) Silly feels toward Sparkey is not reciprocated, but visiting him would mean detouring all the way to New Bark Town, and this is supposed to be Sparkey’s special day.

In Gen I, Celadon City is really hyped up as the largest city in the region ...I mean really hyped up. When I got there, I literally said out loud "uh... guys? A large plaza does not a large city make." When the NPCs started hyping up Goldenrod in Gen II, I was bracing for the same level of disappointment. I can't tell you how happy I was to actually get lost in Goldenrod for the first time!

I legit always imagined the daycare as a knock-off version of Dragon Ball's Kame House with more japanese elements. I hope I was able to get it across here.

I must’ve rewritten this page half a dozen times. At one point, I wanted to make a joke about how the police officers battled me when I was lost and weary coming out of Ilex Forest at night… but that isn’t exactly a fond memory. I also was originally putting off the “we’re here” until one or two pages down the line, but it’s the halfway point of the story. It is time.

Pokemon TF drive page 1: Arrival in Vermilion City

Yes, it's now canon! My Raichu girl officially has a nickname and it's Sparkey!

One of my big regrets when I played Pokémon Yellow was leaving this one door on the SS Anne for last. It led to the bow deck of the ship, which was undoubtedly the prettiest-looking area. When I finally went through it, I saw two sailors ready for battle... and I ran. The moment I stepped of the ship, it set sail. I'd wasted my last chance to explore the ship without knowing it ...hence the "almost".

But beating 15 trainers in a row without visiting the Pokémon Center or saving is still pretty impressive, especially to Sparkey who never saw me take on that kind of risk again.

The design for Vermillion City is largely based on the 19th-century-style etching by Hitoshi Ariga (and, of course, the in-game map).

The ship we're on has no right to tower this far over the SS Anne, but it would be a lot harder to recognize the SS Anne if it was at its proper height.

My outfit is Ash's hat and jacket over Brendan (from Pokémon Ruby and Sapphire)'s clothes, plus a Johto Pokégear.

No TF-ing on this page because there's no donations yet on this donation drive. If you want to donate, go to PayPal[dot]me/frankhghtwr

[atomiccupcakepatrol]

August 1 - Lammas - The First Harvest Sabbat

Now is the time when you can see fruits of all the hard work – the time of harvest: Give offerings and thanks to the land, deities and spirits who help you all the way and your ancestors. Feed the bees 🐝 and hummingbirds with sweet water stations. Make a harvest wreath from 🌾 , goldenrod, sunflowers 🌻 and red clover ☘️ to hang on your door and welcome abundance to your home. Decorate your…

[carnegiemuseumnaturalhistory]

Collected on This Day: September 6

by Mason Heberling

September 6, 1952: 66 years ago

...and recollected September 6, 2018

These specimens (and more) were collected on September 6, 1952 near Compton’s Mills (near Salisbury, PA, Somerset County) by Leroy Henry and Werner Buker. Henry was a long time Curator of Botany at the museum (1937-1973), and Buker was a math teacher at Perry High School, who was also a very active botanist at the museum.  Collectively, they collected nearly 50,000 specimens in the Carnegie Museum herbarium!

These specimens are part of a larger project ongoing in the Section of Botany at the Carnegie Museum.  Starting last year, we are revisiting historic sites across Western Pennsylvania, where former botanists have collected.  We are revisiting these sites in order to record and monitor biological change in the Anthropocene.  Are the same species present? (local extinction or persistence) Are new species present? (newly introduced invasive species)

We are also recollecting specimens from these historic sites to compare specimens collected decades to a century ago, to those collected today. For example, how are species affected by climate change? Are species flowering earlier? How are plant communities affected by invasive species and introduced pests? These are just a few of the many questions that can be answered.

With generous permission of the current landowner, we are able to recollect specimens at Compton’s Mills. Compton’s Mills is a site of a family-run historic grist/flour mill built in 1872 on the foundation of an even earlier mill. We have done some recollections at this site last spring, including specimens of the endemic Appalachian violet (Viola appalachiensis).  Compton’s Mills is also of special importance, as specimens collected from this site were used by Leroy Henry to formally describe species new to science (known as “type” specimens).  Read about our recollection in Spring 2017.

This year we are revisiting in the late summer/early fall.

With data from Compton’s Mills, in addition to repeatedly revisiting other sites across Western Pennsylvania, we will be able to document and understand a century of past, present, and future impacts of humans on the landscape-- a hallmark of the Anthropocene.  Some of our first recollections were featured in the We Are Nature exhibition.  Although this exhibition recently ended, specimens from this project will remain on display in the Hall of Botany.

The wildflower specimens pictured here are welcomed signs of late summer and fall (left to right): common boneset (Eupatorium perfoliatum), tall ironweed (Vernonia altissima), wreath goldenrod (Solidago caesia).  

Mason Heberling is a Postdoctoral Research Fellow in the Section of Botany at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History. Museum employees are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences working at the museum.

[vandaliatraveler]

Photos from a walk in Appalachia’s late summer woods. The flowers of spring have now borne their late summer fruit, fungi rule the forest floor, and the intoxicating perfume of dying ferns fills the air.

From top: the incandescent red berries of partridgeberry (Mitchella repens), which illuminate the forest understory wherever its creeping foliage grows; a gorgeous Pholiota cluster, possibly golden pholiota (Pholiota aurivella); the ripening, spotted berries of false Solomon’s seal (Maianthemum racemosum), which will turn bright red by October; the luminous orange-red berries of yellow mandarin (Prosartes lanuginosa), also known as yellow fairybells; the deep purple-blue fruit of Indian cucumber-root (Medeola virginiana); common puffball (Lycoperdon perlatum), just now fruiting in the local woods; white snakeroot (Ageratina altissima), a deadly beauty infamous for diary poisonings in the 1800′s; and bluestem goldenrod (Solidago caesia), also known as wreath goldenrod, an elegant, shade-tolerant perennial unusual among goldenrods in that its flowers grow from the leaf axils rather than from long panicles at the ends of the stems.

[sidewalkchemistry]

Goldenrod (Solidago spp., Asteraceae)

Each fall, all across North America, goldenrod lights up meadows and fields with a refreshing blend of ruggedness and jubilation. In addition to the sunshine it lends to the landscape, its flowers attract native pollinators and beneficial insects. Goldenrod’s piney-tasting leaves and flowers are an important medicinal remedy for the urinary, digestive, and respiratory systems. The goldenrod genus encompasses one hundred species of late-blooming, knee- or hip-high herbaceous perennials...

Crush a goldenrod leaf when the plant is in bloom to familiarize yourself with its unique aroma. I detect hints of resin and seaside in the fragrance; a perfect blend of salt and balsam. If you have multiple species growing in your region, get to know their nuances by tasting and smelling the leaves (after you’ve properly identified the plant to be goldenrod!). Some varieties are more bitter, others more astringent, and some specialize in resinous flavors. Sweet goldenrod (S. odora) possesses honeyed hints of anise or licorice and is a prized beverage tea...

‼️However, make sure you have properly identified your species as a true goldenrod in the Solidago genus! Proper identification to genus is crucial as there are yellow-flowered aster family members that are deadly toxic, including ragwort and groundsel (these belong to the Senecio genus and its close relatives)...

With a diversity of species to choose from and native habitats ranging from bog, to alpine meadow, to maritime dunes, you can be sure to find one that will thrive in most any niche...

Goldenrod flowers in the late summer to early fall, at a time when most gardens could really use some perkiness. Spend just a few moments observing the pollinators flocking to the golden sprays, and you will appreciate how important a role it plays in sustaining local insect populations. Goldenrod supports over one hundred species of caterpillars, making it a useful plant for calling in local butterfly populations. It also attracts garden beneficials, such as praying mantises, ladybugs, assassin bugs, damsel bugs, syrphid flies, and parasitic wasps. The nectar is popular with many butterflies, including monarchs...

Goldenrod’s resiny flavor nicely melds with both vinegar and honey. Meadowsweet and goldenrod make a lovely pair in mead or as a naturally fermented homemade soda...

Goldenrod is an important dermatological aid for sores, infections, toothache, burns, and wounds...

Freshly picked goldenrod flowers lend a cheery splash of gold to bouquets, and the dried flowers are absolutely lovely in wreaths and everlasting bouquets...The blooms are used to dye silk and wool, lending a golden to olive-green color, depending on the type of mordant employed.

[faguscarolinensis]

Solidago caesia / Wreath Goldenrod at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[phae-undergrove]

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LAMMAS

CORRESPONDENCES

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Symbolism

Harvest Bounty Plentifulness Abundance Prosperity Transformation Purification Change

Astrological Sign

15° Leo

Planetary ruler

Sun

Deities

Lugh

Demeter

Ceres

Arris

Pomona

Dagon

Isis

Cerridwen

Adonis

Parvati

Dagon

Mercury

Osiris

Tammuz

Color Associations

Bronze

Brown

Gold

Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Herbs &Plants

Calendula

Heather

Goldenrod

Peony

Yarrow

Vervain

Sunflower

Poppy

Basil

Hops

Marigold

Grape vine + leaves

Rosemary

Rose hips

Blackthorn

Acacia flowers

Aloes

Cornstalks

Frankincense

Hollyhock

Myrtle

Oak leaves

Wheat

Stones

Amber

Aventurine

Carnelian

Cat’s eye

Citrine

Granite

Lodestone

Marble

Moss agate

Obsidian

Peridot

Quartz

Rhodochrosite

Sardonyx

Tourmaline

Topaz (golden)

Incense

Aloe

Chamomile

Eucalyptus

Frankincense

Passion flower

Rose

Rose hips

Rosemary

Safflower

Sandalwood

Basil

Animals and Beasts

Calves

Centaurs

Griffin

Rooster

Phoenix

Symbols

Corn

Corn dollies

Flowers

Sheaves of grain

Sunflowers

The scythe

Threshing tools

Wheat stalks

Yellow Candles

Harvesting tools

Cornucopias

Gourds

Cauldrons

Food

All grains

Berries

Breads

Cheese

Cider

Corn

Early apples

Fruits

Herbal ‘sun tea

Herbs

Jellies and jam

Vegetables

Mushrooms

Garlic

Onion

Corn Bread

Honey

Nuts

ale

beer

whiskey

mead

Pies and cobblers

Potatoes

Grapes

Rituals & Activities

Harvesting all spells and hard work

Spells for health, abundance, careers, and connectedness

Bless marriages, babies, and homes

Appreciating what our Earth does for our lives

Reinforcing long-term spellwork

Make a wreath out of grain to honor the harvest

Go camping and perform your ritual in the woods

Have a picnic outdoors

Design an outdoor scavenger huntHave a picnic outdoors

Bake bread & pretzels

If you’d like to check out my break down post of Lammas click HERE

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[andalorii]

It was tough choosing a g1 to turn into an obelisk, since I had a bunch of good candidates, but I finally ended up going with this one, the colors are goldenrod / yellow / gold ~! Hahah yes I know, a gold statue obelisk, very original. I really like her sapphire gem eyes though. Maaaybe eventually I’ll come up with a more unique outfit but for now I’m really enjoying the way that wreath looks!!

[shesingspraise]

[dianasson]

Celebrating Portunalia this August

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[Image descriptions: (1) my hand holding two small wreaths of wild flowers: Mugwort, Goldenrod, St John's Wort, Blue Vervain. (2) those wreaths on a silver tree between bowls of blood and wine (3) one wreath hanging from a brass doorknob by a red thread (4) my bloody hand held up before a blood and wine soaked doorstep beneath the small wreath. End descriptions.]