#Rabelera

[thewolfnessphotography]

Rabelera holostea (greater stitchwort)

[wild-e-eep]

Greater stitchwort - Rabelera holostea - blooming under the oaks in Glenan Woods.

[thebashfulbotanist]

Another common woodland wildflower in the UK and across temperate regions of Europe: Rabelera holostea, commonly called greater stitchwort, adder’s meat or poor man’s buttonhole. This plant is very interesting because it is the only member of the genus Rabelera. It was formerly considered a member of Stellaria (the genus of starworts and chickweeds). It uses an explosive seed dispersal method, which is audible and can be startling! 

According to the Woodland Trust, it was believed it could be used to cure side stitches when exercising. The Woodland Trust also says, “Some say that if you pick greater stitchwort, you will cause a thunderstorm. In Cornwall it was believed that greater stitchwort was the property of the pixies, and picking it would anger them – often resulting in said pixies enchanting you.” I’m glad I didn’t pick any! It had very weak stems that are easy to snap, though - I guess those pixies really are tricky. 

[crudlynaturephotos]

[unkn0wnvariable]

Stitchwort Flowers

The white flowers of greater stitchwort, soaking up the afternoon sunlight in Short Wood.

[tiyoin]

What Rook wants you to do after threatening him.

rook is on his knees singing sonnets about you that put the poets to shame

notably are you beautiful but you're also tough- fierce.

no the delicate rabelera he thought you were- but a beautiful yet dangerous rose. her crimson petals seducing anyone and everyone foolish enough to not look at you, truly look at you. because if they did, they would have seen the razor sharp thorns that would pierce anyone- including himself- if they weren't carful enough

[heather-rajendran]

Greater stitchwort (Rabelera holostea) wildflower photo I took yesterday, Huddersfield, UK

[taimemaailm]

Mets-tähthein (Rabelera holostea, varem Stellaria)

Saksa keeles Große või Echte Sternmiere, inglise keeles greater stitchwort või starwort, või addersmeat.

Mitmeaastaline, kaheiduleheline roht- ja õietaim tähtheina perekonnast, mis on osa nelgiliste sugukonnast ja nelgilaadsete seltsist.

Kasvab 10 kuni 40 cm kõrguseks kuuse-segametsades, puisniitudel ja põõsastikes. Õied 2-3 cm laiused. Viis valged kroonlehte, keskpaigani lõhenenud.

Pilt: Agnieszka Kwiecień (Nova), CC BY-SA 3.0, Wikimedia Commonsi kaudu

[sincewearepigeons]

Stellaria holostea, the former type species of the generic name, was selected as such (Hitchcock and Green 1929: 155) on the basis of being "one of the best known of the eight original species" of Stellaria. As with prior phylogenetic work, our results recovered this taxon as sister to the clade containing core Stellaria and Cerastium; this lineage is consistently recovered as monotypic across this and earlier studies, despite having some morphological affinity to Pseudostellaria (Fig. 3; Greenberg and Donoghue 2011; Dillenberger and Kadereit 2014). Although S. holostea bears three styles, its petal lobes are not bifid beyond the petal mid-point. The designation of this taxon as type of Stellaria was thus unfortunate, but a recent proposal, with which we are in full agreement, to conserve the name Stellaria with a new type (Stellaria graminea L.) has been presented (Tikhomirov 2016) and accepted (Applequist 2017: 505; Wilson 2017: 742; Shenzhen Code Appendix III). This new type species is here resolved as a member of core Stellaria and embedded in the Larbreae clade (Figs. 4-5). Thus, the S. holostea lineage requires a new generic designation, proposed below as Rabelera.

Sharples, Mathew T.; Tripp, Erin A. (14 December 2019). "Phylogenetic Relationships Within and Delimitation of the Cosmopolitan Flowering Plant Genus Stellaria L. (Caryophyllaceae): Core Stars and Fallen Stars". Systematic Botany.

[amselchen2]

Rabelera holostea by Marco Murata

[zverovski]

Rabelera holostea / Stellaria holostea The greater stitchwort / Addersmeat Зірочник лісовий • • • #закарпаття #весняніквіти #первоцвіти #весна #веснянівайби #веснянийнастрій #веснянапалітра #веснянийліс #магія_тихого_місяця #лісовамагія #springvibes #springphotography #springphoto #aesthetics #atmosphere #springfolora #beautyofukraine #ukrainianbeauty #гулятиненагулятись #stitchwort #springflowers #spring #красаукраїни #naturelovers #photooftheday #bokehlicious #naturephotography #springbeauty #зірочник #stellaria (Закарпаття / Zakarpattya) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqOga9uNZ7D/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eliecasa]

i need more gaz please im on my hands and knees begging

warnings: there is a little twerp included.

summary: gaz asked a lot of questions, but someone else wants to know something.

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Taking walks with Gaz is fun, he just likes to ask a thousand questions while you do so. It doesn’t matter if it’s in a new city or even the city where he was born, he’ll always have a pamphlet of questions ready to roll out for the entire trip.

“Why’d you choose this route?”

“I figured it was the scenic one, Gaz. You don’t like it?” you glance at him with a look of uncertainty that caused him to smirk a little bit.

“No, I like it.”

Sometimes it is a question of destination, or sometimes it’s not.

“Where are we headed again? I forgot what you told me.” he swings your hands in between your bodies as you side-eye him, giving him a quizzical look. “Babe, you said you had a doctor's appointment.”

His lips pucker as he stares at the pavement, appearing to be deep in thought before a childish grin spreads across his face. You nudge him and he instantly swivels to you and laughed loudly. “Ohhh, that’s right! Yea, I said that to get you out of the house.” He doesn’t even see the way that you slightly recoil in shock. Gaz had a very small tendency to tell white lies for good intentions but man, he was really good at being a liar. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to get a sandwich.”

The tiny amount of anger that was blooming within your nerves seemed to instantly disappear when you notice the way he softly gazed down at you like you were the most beautiful phenomenon he’s ever seen. The moment lasts until you’re shyly scoffing and looking away from him with itchy cheeks.

“I want flatbread, you’re paying.”

And other times, he asks questions that he knows may bother you but, it’s all out of love.

You allow him to settle a small banquet of Rabelera flowers into your palm. He may have just ripped these off of a stranger's bush but it doesn’t matter either way. The dorkish gesture is enough to make you sheepishly wave him off. “You’re an idiot, Kyle.”

He speaks faster than you can blink. “What makes you think you aren’t one?”

His reflexes prompt him to throw his hands up as you swivel at him. The icy glare that he receives almost makes him worry about the possibility of you throwing those flowers down and stomping on them in a tantrum but you don’t. “I guess it takes one to know one.”

The two of you have a stare down until one of his thumbs flips up to give carefully you a sign of truce. “That’s fair.”

“As I thought.”

Sometimes it’s just out of boredom.

“Do you think pilgrims participated in money laundering?” his free hand finds yours once he received his ice cream cone. The two of you are quick to fall in motion with the busy people around you, heading to a park that’s not too far down the way. You were at first admiring the multicolored cone in your hand until his question caused you to flutter. “How the hell would they launder money when they were living like peasants?”

He tilts his head at you. “Not all of them were peasants.”

“Okay, sure, but how would they launder money?” Gaz wraps an arm around you, keeping you close so that you couldn’t get lost in the crowd even though he was already holding your hand. “Let's say this…” his hands spread in a motion that tells you that he was definitely mapping out the vision in his head. “They meet up, they have their torches, pitchforks, and little baggies of coins.”

You raise a hand and shake your head. “They didn’t have coins yet.” Gaz recoils at the sass in your tone just to reel himself back in and debunk that theory. “Bullshit, Babe. They had like gold, copper, and brass. You failed history, remember?”

A punch is thrown to the side of his ribcage. “Whatever. Go on…”

He gave you a conceited nod and took a swipe from his ice cream before continuing. “So, let's say they have their coins and they melt them right?”

You nod and hang on to every silly word that he speaks. “They make new and better coins from it and sell them to the gullible rich. Sounds like a million dollar plan doesn’t it?”

For a moment, you entertain the thought and go through a couple of scenarios until your mind settled on the fact that it would’ve turned into something similar to the Salem witch trials.

“Yea, that totally would have happened without mass murder.” he chuckles at the sarcasm in your voice before shrugging. “Not everything gets documented.”

“Surely the death of me will.”

The two of you linger, staring at the river that you walk past until he turns to see a dramatic glare on your face. It doesn’t take two seconds for him to genuinely start smiling at you.

“Aww don't be a sourpuss.” his cold lips come to kiss your equally icy cheek. “It was a good theory, no?”

But nowadays, it’s mostly because someone else is asking the questions.

This time, you’re walking through the zoo with a map in your hand and a stuffed Seal in the other. Gaz walks a little ahead of you, keeping up with the pace of the guide as you follow behind. Children run through and past you but the chaos doesn’t bother you too much.

“You keeping up?” Gaz called, slowing his pace only a little bit to make sure you were all well. He receives a thumbs up back as your mind remains too curious for you to speak. You’d just passed a family of Macaques and the realization of your guide passing them without a single glance made you want to stay and study them for yourself.

But before you’re able to get lost in your curious mind, your husband grabs your hand and tilts his head in the direction your guide had walked off to. “Come on, I’ve gotta ask you something.”

“What's wrong?”

He shakes his head, instantly dismissing your worry. “You’ll see it, we’re not far from it.” of course, the walk lasts no more than 30 seconds, coming to a stop in front of the habitat of cute little red pandas running around and tackling each other. “Where’s the guide?” you try not to panic whilst looking for the person in question but Gaz is quick to calm you by pulling your figure into his.

“Don’t worry, Johns got a grip of him.” your jaw clenches but you do your best to appear relaxed as you nod and turn back to the small little animals in their habitat. His mind keeps calling your worried face extremely cute but he bites the urge to say it and instead gestures to the red panda sitting in a tree.

“You know why these things are adorable?”

You sense a lesson and inch closer to the glass to fully get a good look at the panda in question. “They’re small, fast, funny, and cool.” A small laugh comes from your mouth as he reads off of a mental checklist. “Oh yea, why else are these little red pandas so awesome?”

Surprisingly, he legitimately appears to be caught in a loop as the gears and wires in his mind twist and turn in an effort of completing whatever mission he’d created for himself. “Uh oh, seems like I messed up your delivery.”

“No, no, it’s just that I was… thinking about how much of a good friend a red panda would be.”

Now, he confused you.

You raise a suspicious brow at him and took a small step backward so that you could fully scrutinize him. “Gaz, what are you up to?”

He stares for a moment before meekly shrugging due to his physical inability to lie to you anymore. It is a dead giveaway that causes you to swivel and once again look around for the guide that left you and Kyle behind. And of course, there he is with John following closely.

Somehow, both of them look roughed up. “Did you guys wrestle with the silverbacks or what?” you inquired, watching as the guide hurriedly bee-lined to Gaz to whisper something to him. John laughs at the sight of you turning around with a playful glare on your face.

“Ahem…”

Both Gaz and the guide freeze in place before they both comically turn toward you. “Kyle, you got something you want to say?”

The older Kyle raises his hands as a way to claim innocence as your eyes drift down to the mini version of him. The guide, your very own son, KJ, didn’t move an inch as if he was working to become invisible. “Time to fess up… what’s going on?”

The child deflates and breaks out into a fit of guilty giggles as he threw himself onto your leg. His round little cheek presses against your leg as he awes at you with those same eyes that his father had. “It’d be so cool if we got a panda!”

“You gonna wipe its butt?” you dare.

The child recoils for a moment before furiously shaking his head. “No… it can take baths when I do.” His bottom lip juts out and he began to rock a little against your leg as a self-soothing method. The little guy definitely knew that he couldn’t take a panda home but it was worth a shot.

Your expression softens and your silver banded hand came down to settle on his head. “How about I get you a bunch of stuffed pandas as practice and then we’ll see if uncle price wants to buy us a real one?”

“Really?!” the child almost jumped out of his rain boots at the offer and instantly darted toward John. Gaz had an overly proud smile on his face as he gazed at you, all the while John was doing his best to calm the boy bouncing around him in a circle. You were smiling at the chaos like a pyromaniac until Gaz’s hand grabs yours. Even though you’ve been together for so long, you can’t help but get shy at the way he was looking at you.

That soft gaze on his face was full of nothing but love and you could feel it.

“Who’s gonna buy those stuffed animals you promised, huh?” he asks, pecking your lips for a moment before lacing your hands together. There he goes again, asking you another question as he always did. But this one, you actually had a good answer to.

“I’m sure his father wouldn’t mind.”

[paeonia-horse]

Greater Stitchwort (Rabelera holostea)

[moggie03]

I've never left your side... My late Devil's Day artwork! I had this scene in my head since my last walk in a beautiful forest, I took a photo of a cluster of grass and it inspired me to make this piece. The flowers I painted are called rabelera holostea. I read that picking them may anger pixies, which then could jinx one.

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[unkn0wnvariable]

Stitchwort and Bluebells

A mix of blues and whites from bluebells and greater stitchwort, soaking up the morning sunlight in Short Wood.

[hellforo]

#rabelera #estrellada #estallon #stellaria #stitchwort #florblanca #whiteflower #bosque #monte #forest #enelbosque #nelmonte #intothewoods #greenlife #asturies #asiyeasturies #evergreenlands #primavera #spring #nature #shot #shotonmyblackshark 🍀🌱 — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/fYTNsKR