In cool, moist, shaded and wet sites
Matteuccia struthiopteris (ostrich fern, shuttlecock fern) forms a great groundcover. This deciduous, stoloniferous fern forms colonies of erect rosettes up to 1.5m in height. The fern contrasts well with the foliage of Hosta or with the cascading foliage of the large, deciduous shrub Parrotia persica (Persian ironwood) and these plants will all produce a stunning autumn colour display.
Characters: Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, Reader, and the OC The King
Pairing(s): Yoongi x Jungkook x Jimin| Yoongi x Jimin| Jungkook x Y/n|
Warnings: dubious consent, mentions of rape, underage sex, mentions of death (no actual death), smut, angst with a happy ending ;))
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(( this isn’t at all historically correct, while it wasn’t meaning to be. it gives no specific dates to when this is taking place, so imagine it the past, or if you’d like, the future ))
Act One- Love for the King
This is the kingdom. A simple village, and separated from it, the castle. It’s walled in layers of brick, which at the tops of its 4 corners, are stations where guards stand day and night. There is a King and a Queen, along with their many staff. The rain is incessant, relentless; and when it isn’t raining, a thick veil of fog lays itself along the ankles of the staff. If mapped, there are 3 things to show of it, a tower that’s up in the clouds, a field for the horses, and the long strip of building which is the castle. This is where one enters, and does not leave, if in pure faith to the King, in pure fear, or if only a body beneath the Ostrich Ferns, of no use to the King any longer.
A question, to those who work for the King: have you been soaked in the grease of his fingertips over your skin? Have you drowned in it? Have you drowned in him? Have you been bruised at the knees, bruised at the eyes, at the heart, with your love for your King?
There isn’t much an answer though. There are gruesome answers, as it is a gruesome story. Not gory in its violence, nor are there any wars. It’s gruesome in pretty boys wrecked on wrinkled duvets, and the nitty gritty kinds of details that twist one’s nose. Of course, love stories can sprout from such sickly conditions such as those; the same love stories can as well wilt.
The King is not defeated by the end, dethroned from his power. Yet, it’s still a happy ending. An ending of maybe two boys falling in love with the clouds, floating off from the Kingdom finally. Or another boy growing a daisy amidst the mud, until the rain is sparse enough to let it grow. Perhaps a girl cuts her dress so as not to trip over it anymore. That can be your happy ending, if you dare allow it to be.
This is the love story of when the sour rain turned sweet.
Photos from yesterday, following a river. I found a beautiful glade area covered in forget-me-not flowers and ferns. Here in northern Maine ostrich ferns are really common, along rivers they’ll often blanket the forest floor. Some get as tall as me (5′1″) and I have to wade through them like a jungle. Near a field I found some old car parts and really old horse/cow bones all covered in moss. I think they’re beautiful like that. The leg bones were huge and I only took one along with a vertebrae.
Would anyone be interested if I made a photography blog? I often wander through the woods and there’s a lot of wildlife here. Not long ago I saw a bear and two cubs while biking, though I didn’t follow them to take a photo ;). I take a lot of photos and I don’t want to post them all here because it’ll drown out my art haha.
I foraged these beauties today and there’s so so many more to harvest so we’ll have lots that we’ll be able to preserve and freeze for the summer or this winter.
I highly encourage anyone who wishes to forage, to know your target plants inside and out. This not only means how to identify them, but also their life cycles, how large their populations are, how much they are harvested from that area, and what proportion you should leave in order for their populations to not only sustain, but multiply.
These are ostrich fern, Matteuccia struthiopteris, and were harvested from one of my clients’ property where they cover almost their entire forested acreage.
Foraging is one of the ways we can honour nature. We accept it’s gifts and we observe the seasonal changes and are stewards of the land.
In this shady area Matteuccia struthiopteris (ostrich fern, shuttlecock fern) has made a colony of striking plants. A deciduous, stoloniferous fern it produces erect rosettes up to 1.5m in height. In winter the fronds are a beautiful deep rusty-orange colour so producing another valuable display. This fern is tolerant of most cool, moist, shaded sites.
A botanist was trying to research some details about a particular kind of fern, so he sent a request to all his collegues, asking them to send him any information they had about it.
Unfortunately, he didn’t word his request very well, and all the botanists he’d contacted thought he was looking for details about any ferns, rather than just the one species. So within just a few hours of sending it out, his fax machine was buzzing with piles of useless documents about all kinds of ferns - there were tree ferns and wood ferns, ostrich ferns and cinnamon ferns… but very few about the particular type he wanted.
Onoclea sensibilis (sensitive fern, bead fern, Japanese ostrich fern) has been used beautiful to help naturalise this landscaped waterfall and woodland path used to display native plants of Nova Scotia, Canada at the Harriet Irving Botanical Gardens, Arcadia University. This deciduous, rhizomatous fern will form extensive colonies if planted in moist sheltered locations. The shorter, narrow fertile fronds have much reduced lobes giving the common name bead fern.
The garden from above with the stones re-set. The area above the entrance avenue was dug out last fall and needs filling in. Maybe I should use ostrich ferns. Haha, NO. Have been pulling those ferns on and off for a couple days and will no doubt remove a lot more, once they stop looking so danged pretty.
Aw, it is a bit sad (I always get a little upset over picking plants-even flowers!) but there are SO MANY here it is absolutely nuts. They taste awesome! I sauteed these ones in a skillet with some bratwurst, tomatoes and garlic and they were just wonderful. The shape makes them very easy to eat, too!