#Boscobel

[baizhutravels]

Roses are a feast for the senses. They’re pretty to look at, they smell divine and their petals can be used to flavour teas and sweets. They are also said to have medicinal value. Perhaps Admin and I shall try cultivating a new variety this year.

[mrkoppa]

07 Oct 2022 | Boscobel Cemetery, Grant County, Wisconsin

First time I’ve seen a trophy as grave decoration, and pleased to see it was for taking 3rd place in Hillsboro (two counties away) in 1989. Nice job, Mr. Grimesey.

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[maryannmccarra-fitzpatrick]

GARRISON, NEW YORK

PUTNAM COUNTY

[marzipanandminutiae]

hey, museum folks. on April 16, the ceiling in the library at Boscobel House collapsed unexpectedly

Before the collapse.

This New York mansion from 1806 was saved AFTER demolition in the 1950s, when the architectural elements were recovered and reassembled in another location near its original site. It's of great artistic and historical significance, not the least because the staff has been working on a project to document the lives of the family's Black servants- the ones who were free when hired, and the ones who had been enslaved by said family and freed before the house was finished -since 2020

if anyone can donate even a little bit to help with the recovery efforts, here is the link

[clayisverygay]

Managed to get a half decent picture despite my crappy phone camera :)

[sarahbleszynskihairandmakeup]

Recipe for Boscobel Beach Ginger Cake a 9-inch Bundt cake from Jamaica that is loaded with fresh ginger.

[asecretkitty]

[collectivenothingness]

'It is worth noting that anomalous childlike voices in the woods, once a common faerie lure, are still heard today. In 1976, a birdwatcher in southern New York heard the sound of children quarrelling and observed two short, bearded figures in dark green clothing and red caps. They bickered for several moments before walking away.¹⁹⁶ More recently, Daniel Klemsrud and his girlfriend become lost while hiking near Boscobel, Wisconsin, in 1995. A thick mist had settled over the trail when Klemsrud heard “the sounds of giggling, like small children laughing at play.” Peering through the foliage, he caught the impression of two small figures diving into a warren at the base of a hill. Klemsrud intuitively tossed two coins at the mouth of the tunnel, dissipating the mists and revealing the trail leading out of the forest.¹⁹⁷ Though not children, the couple’s account is striking: on a misty day in modern America they were pixie led, only escaping after respecting tenets of the Fairy Faith.'

[cas-kingdom]

Waking up face down in the dirt didn't surprise him; however, the fact that said dirt was in a rose garden did.

Find the OC version of this fic here.

A/N: Set during the final episode of season 1, when the merchant takes an ill & hallucinating Geralt home to his farm.

Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did. Not just any rose garden, either. As he got to his feet, his stiff bones working hard to push him up, he caught the sweet aroma of the familiar flower. 

Boscobel roses.

His mother had planted them in her garden. The house and the land around it constantly smelled like elderberries and almonds. He’d often wondered if that was what had brought the ones who’d taken him to their house. If the scent of the roses had tempted them closer and closer until what happened, happened.

He stood and rolled his shoulders back, taking a moment to look around. It didn’t startle him like he thought it should have to realise that he was in the exact garden his mother had planted the boscobels in. The exact garden he’d spent his childhood playing in. The exact garden he’d left with his mother before they had taken him from everything he’d ever known.

“Geralt? Geralt, wake up! Hear me!”

He drew in a quick breath and shut his eyes at the voice which seemed to echo around the garden. He recognised it, but...

There. He could hear gentle footsteps. Opening his eyes, he saw a woman approaching him. Not the owner of the voice, no. Someone else entirely. He knew this woman.

“Mother.”

“What do I do, Yurga? He’s burning up!”

Visenna, the woman, his mother, smiled. She picked a rose, coral-pink and as sweet as anything, and held it out towards him when she stopped. “Geralt. My child.”

Geralt didn’t take the rose. It felt...hazy. This moment had never happened before. He was imagining it all. But still...still. There was a desire in his heart to speak to her that seemed to be winning over everything he had to lose.

“Lie beside him and see if he reacts. I’ve heard old tales, stories of a person succumbed by illness...if someone they loves lies beside them, they eventually come around.”

“This isn’t just an illness, Yurga. He was bitten by a necrophage. He needs to be healed by something stronger than love!”

A second voice added to the echo, both distorting the other as they circled the rose garden. Geralt shook his head, pushing the words from his conscious mind for a moment as he returned his attention to Visenna.

“You left me,” he said.

Tears stained your face, mixing with the mud and blood. You hovered over Geralt on the back of the merchant’s wagon, one hand on his sweat-soaked forehead and the other instinctively placed over the left of his chest. 

You didn’t know this area. You didn’t know if there was a mage or a healer nearby who could help, and the merchant didn’t seem to know either. You were trundling far too slowly along a bumpy path, heading towards unfamiliarity, and you could feel the panic settling in your chest. 

You turned, removing the hand from his forehead to grab the pack you and Geralt carried on your journeys. He’d started mumbling incoherently now, his brows moving about as he shook his head from side to side. You rummaged through the pack, hoping above hope that you’d somehow missed a vial of mutagen or a white willow bark earlier in your many prior searches. Coming up empty, you slammed the pack down on the wagon and put your free hand to your own forehead, your breathing coming in quick gasps. You glanced up at the merchant, intent on the road ahead, and looked back at Geralt, his mumbling becoming more pronounced.

You bit your tongue and blinked, holding back the tears you could feel brimming. There was nothing on this wagon or on the current road that would help, so, with little to no hesitation, you moved to lie beside him, resting your head against his chest and grasping both his hands in yours. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on the sluggish beat of his heart. 

“Better...than...”

You focused on his words.

“Didn’t let her go....’Senna...”

You gripped his hands tighter, praying to anyone who happened to hear, supernatural or not, to give him a chance.

“You let me go...I kept her...”

You knew he was a witcher, and you knew that this was what a witcher had to expect when they went out hunting, but you didn’t have to accept such unfairness.

“I’m better...than you...I kept her...”

A tear leaked from under your eye as the vibrations of his words sounded in your ear.

“I kept Y/N...I’m better...than you...”

Witcher Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[porcelainapparition]

Boscobel, Wisconsin

built in 1855

[acquariusgb]

Former President Bill Clinton and former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton attended Saturday night’s (July 20, 2013) performance of King Lear at the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival at Boscobel.

[squeakowl]

David Austin Roses

Varietals; left to right, top shelf to bottom shelf -

Top row: Crocus Rose, Vanessa Bell, The Pilgrim, Windrush, Malvern Hills, Molineaux Center row (top): Carding Mill, Tea Clipper, Teasing Georgia, Crown Princess Margareta, Golden Celebration, Jude the Obscure, Evelyn, Allux Symphony Center row (bottom): Benjamin Britten, Boscobel, Princess Alexandra of Kent, Lady of Shallott, Grace, The Lark Ascending, Comtes de Champagne Bottom row: Wildeve, Abraham Darby, Janet, Queen of Sweden, Shropshire Lass, Belle Story, Heritage

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[spin4trout]

Tainter Creek

On Friday morning when I woke up it was really hard to convince myself to get out of the sleeping bag. I think it had fallen below freezing. The car windshield was frosted over and I had to scrape. When I finally started the car, the dashboard thermometer was registering 34°F. I was glad I has packed a heavier coat when I departed for an upstream section of Tainter Creek.

When I got to the stream, I was wishing for gloves. My hands were so cold that I had trouble operating my camera.

There was a pool ahead of the bridge where I entered, and I managed to land my first trout right there. I always breathe easier after I eliminate the possibility of a skunk.

This section was harder fishing than Timber Coulee, with a frequently soft bottom that made wading a challenge and big beds of weeds. But it was a pretty area and persistence paid off. I waded and walked two miles and caught ten brown trout before calling it a morning and driving down to Boscobel for lunch.

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Day 3 - 12 days of Christmas challenge (2022 edition)

Title: We totally don’t need that

Theme: Candles (Dec 15th)

Fandom/Character(s): avenger!Loki x reader

Warnings (if applicable): light-hearted jealousy

Word Count: 630

December writing challenge prompted and organized by @12daysofchristmas

“I want to go home”, complained Loki, pushing the cart around behind you. You kept on dropping things on it. “We totally don’t need that”, he said, grabbing whatever you just put in it.

“Fairy lights? How could we not need those?”, you debated.

“Why would we need fairy lights? We can have the AI put holographic illusions of them”.

“Ugh, you sound like Tony Stark”.

“I absolutely do not— hey, you’re using that as a distraction to keep on putting more things on the cart. I’m tired, let’s go back”.

“I’m not going back. You’re free to go, though”, you said, choosing which ornament would go best with the weird metallic red and gold tree Tony insisted so much on getting. Loki stayed silent by your side but very soon started tapping his foot on the floor. “If you didn’t wanna be here, why did you insist on coming with me in the first place? You know I’m aware you don’t like big shops, and that’s okay!”.

“Because who’s gonna help you carry all of the things otherwise?”.

“Bucky can, he offered to—”.

“See? Exactly”.

You chuckled.

“Oh my God, you’re jealous of Bucky”, you said as you kept on walking ahead. Loki followed you, no longer looking at what was in the cart. He was frowning and slightly blushing.

“I’m definitely not jealous of him. If anyone’s jealous, it’s him. He’d kill to be as close to you as I am”, he rolled his eyes. Then, he went back to the shopping items. “What’s that whole cinnamon stick box for?”.

“I’m making dessert”.

“And the make-up shades?”.

“Wanda’s gift. She’s been wanting a new one for a while”.

“That set of desk-organizer stuff?”.

“For Tony. His desk is a mess”.

“High tech goggles and gloves… can’t you just build those in the lab?”.

“For Banner… they’re easier to buy, to be honest”.

“A vinyl disk”.

“Cap’s been feeling nostalgic, I bet he’d like it”.

“Chocolates?”.

“I deserve them”.

“And… fingerless mittens?”.

“For Bucky”.

“You know, I don’t see anything for me here”, he rolled his eyes once again. For someone that wasn’t jealous at all, he did that a lot when you mentioned Bucky.

“That’s because your gift isn’t buyable in a store”, you pointed out, turned around and pecked him in the jaw —as high as you could go if he didn’t hunch—.

“Oh?”, he raised an eyebrow and held back a smirk. “Do tell”.

“Come down here”, you said, and he hunched a little bit. Kissing him, you smiled and said, “I don’t kiss and tell”.

“I don’t think that’s how the phrase is supposed to be used”, he chuckled.

“Do you want a candle as financial compensation for having to join me here?”.

“As opposed to whatever my non-buyable gift is? Absolutely not”, he joked, and followed you to the candle section. You smelled a wide variety until you encountered a Boscobel Rose scented one.

“Look! Didn’t you say your mother used to grow these in her garden?”, you got the candle closer to his nose and he smiled as soon as he smelled its scent. He sighed.

“Now I’m gonna get nostalgic”, he chuckled.

You set it on the cart and nodded.

“Well, this should be it. It isn’t that much anyway”, you said sarcastically. The cart was so full you should’ve gotten the last few things in an extra basket. You began walking away, and as soon as you turned to say something, he wasn’t there. You turned around and found him still smelling different candles.

He walked up to you with another six candles and put them as discreetly as he could with the rest of the shopping items. You raised your eyebrows and he shrugged.

“What? We totally need them”.

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[cuffmeinblack]

15, 33, 55, 74?

Thank you!

15 - just answered :)

Something you are good at?

Errrr ermmmm uhhhh...procrastinating?

What is your favourite flower?

For someone who loves flowers, this is really hard to answer. I can't even think of my absolute favourite plant in my garden. I might have to be boring and say roses. Specifically I love a rose called Boscobel, which is really ruffly and peachy-pink with a strong scent. Delphinium and Foxgloves too...cottage garden flowers.

Favourite candy?

Is chocolate a 'candy'? Or is candy just sweets? Idk. I'm more of a chocolate person anyway. Dark chocolate truffles with raspberry ganache. Mmmmm.