As a practicing Witch and small-scale herbalist, I often find that when I’m out and about I’m also absentmindedly on the lookout for any new, interesting or useful herb species that might help me in my practice. I even carry a small clean jam jar and a sharp penknife in my handbag at all times for if I spot a herb I just can’t resist and need to take a cutting of it for my collection back home. However, while I’m avidly seeking out roadside feverfew or happily snipping cuttings of a rare cultivar of lavender or sage, I’m always acutely aware of why I call the etiquette of herb-gathering.
These are a few simple rules by which I suggest all foraging Witches, alchemists and herbalists should abide that dictate the correct course of action for those who seek to collect herbs from places other than their own gardens. They are mostly fairly common-sense, but a few are ones that might be overlooked, but which can actually be of profound importance!
I will list the rules below, but bear in mind that it’s not like this is some onerous obligation that must be fulfilled, and nor is it some sort of “Witchcraft commandment” or infallible and unchanging list of sacred laws. These are a few things that I created for my own usage, and nobody else is under any obligation to use them. If you choose to do so, I’ll be thrilled; if you find a way to improve them, please do reblog this post with your corrections!
The Etiquette of Herb-Gathering
Remember that all plants are living things, and if you harvest them too severely, they will die. This seems obvious, but you’d be shocked how many people forget! This is especially important when what you’re harvesting is the plant’s leaves - always remember that leaves are how plants make their food, so leave enough of them to enable the plant to keep growing strongly.
Never forget that you may not be the only one foraging. Make sure that, when you harvest a wild growth of a herb, there may be others in the area who would also like to harvest that plant. Take only a little from a lot of patches, rather than using only two or three patches, but taking almost all of what is available at each one. This will not only ensure that other foragers can use that patch too, but will mean that when the patch regrows, you’ll know where to go back to in order to find it again instead of needing to hunt down a new patch each time.
When foraging on another’s land, ask their permission first! This seems so straightforward, but sadly people forget that plants growing in other people’s gardens (yes, even their front lawn) are that person’s private property! Taking cuttings or fruits from plants on that property without the owner’s permission is legally theft, and can be punished just like shoplifting or stealing a bike from a railing. It also means that the owner will know that their plant is looking smaller because it’s been harvested, rather than them thinking it’s died or been eaten by some wild herbivore.
Always cut stems at a diagonal angle. Never snip a stem so that it forms a circular, blunted end, because this can allow rainwater to build up on the surface of the cut. This rainwater can trap fungal spores, and cause the plant to get a serious fungal infection that may damage or even kill that whole patch. Instead, cut the stems at a roughly 45° angle, so that water beads up and rolls off more easily.
When collecting flowers, remember that other people like to look at wildflowers. Never take ALL the flowers from any wild plant, both because it prevents that plant from reproducing as it naturally wants to do, and because it means others who walk past the plant don’t get to see it’s beautiful blooms! If you own the plant, that’s another matter - you may WANT to snip off all flowers to prevent it from bolting, like with parsley. However, with wildflowers, always leave at least half the flowers on the plant so that it can continue to reproduce as nature intended.
Never pick a plant you can’t identify with total certainty. Yet another seemingly-obvious one that is nevertheless often ignored. This is often quoted for fungi, because some fungi can be quite poisonous, but if anything it’s even worse for plants. The medicinally fabulous plant known as yarrow, Achillea millefolia, is a very useful plant and a common component of herbal medicines. However, it looks almost identical to spotted water-hemlock, a species of plant so deadly that one bite can kill you in 20 minutes. Make completely certain that all plants you collect are positively identified, and that you flag all plants with commonly-confused poisonous cousins for further identification later if you’re not 100% sure.
Never harvest flowers from plants around beehives. Bees are one of the most important families in the natural world, being responsible for the pollination of tens of thousands of species of flowering plants all over the world and on every forested continent. Whilst most species of bees are solitary, and don’t form the large hives we assume are common to all bees, those that DO form vast colonies need similarly vast numbers of flowers to support themselves. When you come across a beehive, especially a boxed hive that’s clearly domesticated by humans, try to avoid harvesting any flowers from within 500 metres (about a third of a mile) around the hive(s). The hive needs all the nectar and pollen it can get, and due to the rising threat of colony collapse disorder the life of every single hive is a precious thing that must be preserved at all costs. It might be inconvenient for you, but it’s worth it.
These are just a few of the major rules that I personally suggest all foragers and herb-gatherers take to heart. Remember that you’re not the only Witch who needs their supplies! Thank you for reading :)
It’s difficult to imagine the terror one would feel to one day wake up and not be able to see anything other than pure darkness. This is exactly what happened to Mrs. Kuroki, who lost her eyesight due to diabetes. Non surprisingly, Mrs. Kurki fell into a deep depression as she found it difficult to adapt to life without her eyesight. Her husband, heartbroken by his wife’s despair, thought of an imaginative way to help her enjoy the beauty in life: knowing that human senses adjust and compensate when one is lost, Mr. Kuroki planted thousands of flowers on their property. This kind gesture has given Mrs. Kuroki a new lease on life. Before, she had been grief-stricken that she couldn’t take daily trips to the town to meet new people and to socialise; she worried she would become a recluse. However, with visitors travelling from all over the country to come and view the beautiful garden, she has made a number of new friends and welcomes everybody to visit the garden. It is said that couples are particularly fond of visiting the enchanting garden which speaks volumes about the atmosphere this loving husband has created for his wife. This is a true testament to the fact that even during complete despair, something beautiful can grow.
do not get me wrong, anakin is an extremely effective sith—esp after order 66 and mustafar, anakin is conflicted and full of that kind of selfish awful misery that feeds on itself, which is where so much grief and evil comes from (not unintelligence or political antagonism, but a fundamental lack of empathy, of awareness of humanity existing outside yourself—laziness has created more pain and grief in the world than active hate, it is written)
but where anakin is selfish, obi-wan is painfully reaching, desperate to be disinterested. he subordinates himself to the jedi order, to anakin’s needs and then to luke’s, to the republic. it fucking kills him, so much of his conflict is him trying to be disinterested and failing, time and time again, to be disinterested—after all, he was the one who wept when qui-gon died, who couldn’t find it in himself to kill anakin on mustafar or on the death star. he’s trying, he’s trying so hard, to be the consummate jedi that everyone else needs him to be, but he’s not, he’s angry and conflicted and mouthy and impetuous and ultimately loves anakin and padme and luke and individual people more than he should.
but he wants so much to be good, to be obedient—can you imagine if one of he the sith had managed to turn him? if dooku (bc lbr sidious was never going to turn obi-wan) had made some coherent arguments in the midst of a firefight, if obi-wan had been a little more susceptible, if grevious had flirted a little more or anakin had broken away for padme openly, or someone had promised—
obi-wan, like his master’s master before him, would have fallen. and likely, he would have been more content that way. feeling his feelings, instead of viciously suppressing them, and praying that devotion would make up the difference there.
Summary:You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut
a/n: This is a roller coaster of emotions, but it has a happy endng because I’m a sap and didn’t want to make myself cry.
He came to you like a breath of fresh
air, cleansing your body and bringing life to your bones. He was the
type of art that only existed on grainy canvases of white, beautiful
colors blending together to form a perfection to your eyes. He was
the smell of fresh rain on a summers afternoon, peculiar and
satisfying mixed into nothing other than complete and utter fondness
on your part.
Summary:Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.
Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.
a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Voice thick with irritation,
spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin
cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you
up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of
coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.
You weren’t exactly sure how you
managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small
of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold
pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s
heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as
you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which
hadn’t been very much to begin with.
Another great way to make Amethyst latino coded would have been to incorporate flowers into her theme!
In Medellín, Colombia, we have this annual Festival of Flowers where thousands of people dress up in traditional dress and wear these silletas on their backs, and those silletas have grand flower designs on them
The people who bear the silletas are aptly called silleteros
las silletas range from being small ….
… to medium …
… to huge!
Even kids and dogs wear them!
And that’s just flowers in Colombia – most other Latin cultures have a great emphasis on using flowers in everything!
I hope this gets people to go to the Festival of Flowers in Medellín, Colombia!
The language of flowers-
(Also called floriography)
means of communication through the use or arrangement of flowers. Meaning has been attributed to flowers for thousands of years.
Interest in floriography soared in Victorian England and in the United States during the 19th century.
Gifts of blooms, plants, and specific floral arrangements were used to send a coded message to the recipient, allowing the sender to express feelings which could not be spoken aloud in Victorian society.
Armed with floral dictionaries, Victorians often exchanged small “talking bouquets”, called ‘nosegays’ or tussie-mussies, which could be worn or carried as a fashion accessory.
Victor making something small and sweet like a tissue flower and giving to to drunk Yuuri and he ends up crying over it because of how cute and sweet it is and how much he loves Victor
“It’s so beautiful,” Yuuri whispers, staring down at it with wide eyes, as though it’ll disappear if he looks away.
Victor glances at the tables to his right, which have white tablecloths draped over them and about a thousand more colorful tissue flowers scattered across them. Then, he glances at one of those many, many flowers that he’d given to Yuuri. “You like it?”
“Lovely like you, Vitya,” he whispers, and looks up slowly, meeting his eyes with a serious expression. “Just like you.”
Victor glances at Christophe, who is watching them with unconcealed amusement. “Thank you,” he says.
Yuuri hugs him, pressing his cheek to Victor’s chest. Apparently, he no longer cares about the flower, because it falls from his loose fingers to the floor. “I love you more than flowers love the sun.”
“Poetic,” Christophe comments, then walks away.
“You’re like the sun,” Yuuri is slurring now, turning his head so that his nose is buried in Victor’s shirt instead of his cheek. “Because you’re always there, Vitya.” A second later, Victor realizes that he’s sniffling. “You’re always there, just like the sun. And hot. Hot like the sun.”
“Interesting connection, Yuuri,” he answers, wrapping both arms around him.
“Not on fire, though,” Yuuri adds. “And I’m glad you’re not on fire. I don’t know what I’d do if you were on fire.”
He chuckles. “You’d get water, I hope.”
“You’re not supposed to… Not supposed to put water directly on a fire,” Yuuri advises. “That’d hurt you more, Vitya. Put the water on the edges. Like here.” He pokes his arm. Then, he pulls away, still in Victor’s grip, and looks up at him with his head tilted adorably to the side. “What were we talking about?”