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Blue Java Banana: How to Grow This Stunning Backyard Tree

If you’re looking for an exotic addition to your garden that offers both visual appeal and a sweet tropical treat, look no further than the Blue Java banana tree. Often dubbed the “ice cream banana,” this unique fruit tree is renowned for its silvery-blue fruit and creamy, vanilla-flavored flesh. It’s a stunning and productive tree that thrives in warm climates, making it an ideal choice for home gardeners seeking to cultivate something rare yet rewarding.

In this comprehensive guide, you’ll learn everything you need to know about growing, caring for, and harvesting the Blue Java banana tree in your backyard.

What Is the Blue Java Banana?

The Blue Java banana (Musa acuminata × balbisiana) is a hybrid cultivar from Southeast Asia and Hawaii. What sets it apart is its striking appearance and taste. When unripe, the bananas display a bluish-silver peel, giving the tree its nickname. Once ripe, the fruit turns pale yellow and boasts a creamy texture and flavor reminiscent of vanilla ice cream.

This cold-tolerant banana plant grows well in USDA Zones 8–11 and can reach up to 15–20 feet tall, creating a lush, tropical feel in any garden.

Why Grow the Blue Java Banana?

Unique Appearance  The blue-tinted bananas and the tall, graceful pseudostem make this plant an eye-catching focal point.

Delicious Flavor  The fruit is smooth, creamy, and sweet, often compared to vanilla ice cream, making it a favorite for smoothies and desserts.

Hardy and Cold-Tolerant  Unlike many other banana varieties, Blue Java is relatively cold-hardy, surviving brief dips to 20°F (-6°C).

Fast Growing  Given the right conditions, Blue Java banana trees grow rapidly, with fruit appearing within 9–15 months after planting.

How to Plant the Blue Java Banana Tree

To ensure a healthy and productive plant, it’s important to provide the right environment from the beginning.

Choose the Right Location  Blue Java bananas love full sun, ideally getting 6–8 hours of direct sunlight daily. Select a location with well-draining soil and enough space for the tree to spread out.

Soil Preparation  Enrich your soil with organic compost and ensure it’s slightly acidic to neutral (pH 5.5–7.0). Good drainage is crucial — waterlogged soil can rot the roots.

Planting Tips

Dig a hole twice the width and the same depth as the root ball.

Place the tree in the hole and backfill with a mix of native soil and compost.

Water thoroughly and apply a thick layer of mulch around the base to retain moisture and suppress weeds.

Blue Java Banana Tree Care Tips

Caring for a Blue Java banana tree isn’t difficult, but consistency is key to encouraging growth and fruiting.

Watering Requirements  These trees require ample water — especially during hot or dry weather. Keep the soil consistently moist, but avoid overwatering. Drip irrigation works well.

Fertilizing  Feed your banana tree with a balanced, slow-release fertilizer high in potassium (like a 10–10–20 NPK ratio). Apply monthly during the growing season for best results.

Pruning and Maintenance  Remove dead or damaged leaves regularly. After harvesting, cut back the main stalk to allow new shoots (called pups) to grow, which will become future fruit-bearing stems.

Pest and Disease Control  Common pests include aphids, spider mites, and banana weevils. Use organic pest control methods such as neem oil or insecticidal soap. Prevent fungal issues by spacing plants adequately and keeping foliage dry when possible.

Propagation: How to Multiply Your Blue Java Banana Plants

Banana trees propagate via suckers or “pups” — small shoots that emerge from the base of the main plant. Once pups are about 3 feet tall and have developed a few roots, they can be carefully removed and replanted.

Steps to Propagate:

Wait until the pup is mature (3–4 months old).

Use a sharp, clean spade to separate it from the mother plant.

Replant the pup in a sunny spot with well-drained soil.

Water thoroughly and care for it like a mature banana plant.

When and How to Harvest Blue Java Bananas

The Blue Java banana typically fruits within 9 to 15 months of planting, depending on the climate and care. You’ll know the fruit is ready to harvest when:

The bananas lose their bluish hue and turn light yellow.

The edges begin to round out rather than stay angular.

The fruit gives slightly when gently squeezed.

Harvest Tips:

Use a sharp knife or pruning shears to cut the bunch from the plant.

Hang the bunch in a cool, shaded area to ripen fully.

Once harvested, Blue Java bananas can be eaten fresh, frozen for smoothies, or used in baking. They also make a great dairy-free alternative to ice cream when blended.

Best Companion Plants for Blue Java Bananas

Pairing your Blue Java banana tree with the right plants can enhance soil fertility, ward off pests, and make your garden even more lush and productive.

Good Companion Options:

Sweet potatoes: Excellent ground cover and suppress weeds.

Legumes (e.g., beans or peas): Fix nitrogen in the soil.

Marigolds: Deter pests naturally with their scent.

Ginger and turmeric: Thrive in similar conditions and make the most of shaded spots beneath banana trees.

Final Thoughts: Is the Blue Java Banana Right for You?

If you live in a warm climate and are seeking a stunning, fast-growing, and deliciously rewarding fruit tree, the Blue Java banana should top your list. With its distinctive appearance, ice cream-like flavor, and adaptability, this banana variety brings both beauty and bounty to the backyard garden.

By following proper planting, care, and maintenance steps, even beginner gardeners can enjoy a successful harvest from this tropical treasure. Whether you eat it fresh, freeze it for treats, or share it with neighbors, the Blue Java banana tree is sure to become a beloved part of your edible landscape.

FAQS

Can Blue Java bananas grow in pots? Yes, if the container is large enough (at least 20 gallons), and you’re diligent with watering and fertilizing, you can grow them in pots — especially in cooler climates where you may need to bring them indoors in winter.

How long does it take to fruit? Typically 9 to 15 months under optimal conditions.

Are Blue Java bananas genetically modified? No, they are a naturally occurring hybrid cultivar and are non-GMO.

[hkthatgffan]

With Hilda Season 3 almost here, I thought I'd share this cool thing the Hilda fandom refound recently.

Back in 2019 Dana Terrace tweeted a photo of her in this red coat and given she had blue hair at the time, a lot of people mentioned how she kinda looked like Hilda (this was not too long after season 1 had come out).

Eventually after all her pre 2020 tweets were deleted, it became a sort of lost media hunt and we finally refound it with the help of archivists who checked through The Owl House server.

Kind of a cool little bit of old trivia from back in the day. Also, you can seen in the background a bit of stuff for TOH too. This was about a year out from the show's first season and a few months after Hilda S1 came out.

Now we near the end of this amazing show. Be sure to watch it when it comes out!

[dollyswishingwell]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Mama’s Princess P.18

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluffff, just fluff as always

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Winter play day

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𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You woke up to the softest white glow outside the windows of the seaside estate, snow, real snow, blanketing the marble balconies and fountains. It looked like powdered sugar had dusted the entire estate.

“Snowwwwwww,” you gasped, already clutching your babygirl to your chest. She blinked her sleepy eyes open, yawning dramatically, long lashes fluttering as she mumbled,

“Mama’s warmmmm…”

But you were already sitting up, setting her down so you could rummage for the fluffiest, cutest baby winter outfit imaginable. A fluffy pink puffer jacket. Earmuffs with bear ears. Snow boots that squeaked when she walked. The way she stood there, chubby cheeks peeking out from under her fuzzy hood, mittened hands reaching for you,

You squealed. Out loud.

“You’re too cute it’s not fairrr,” you cried, grabbing her back up and spinning in place, burying your face in her puffy coat while she giggled and smacked her mittens against your cheeks.

“Mama! Stoppp!” she laughed, “No bite!!”

Rafayel emerged from the bedroom in a long black cashmere coat, sipping espresso, watching the two of you with soft amusement. He looked every inch like a spoiled prince dragged out of his studio by his overly enthusiastic wife.

“…You’re seriously squealing over her again?” he teased, smirking as he leaned in to flick the faux fur around your collar.

“You don’t get it, Raffy,” you said dramatically, “She’s chubby. And fluffy. And pink. She looks like a little mochi. I’m going to explode.”

“She looks like me,” he added with a fake-sulky pout, “You never squeal like that for me.”

“She’s a girl, and mine, and I love her more than oxygen.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

⸻

Outside, the snow was crisp and untouched. Rafayel carried your babygirl on his hip while you tiptoed around squealing at every snowflake that landed on her lashes.

“I’m gonna eat her up,” you whispered, nearly in tears. “She’s too soft.”

“Mm, don’t eat her yet,” Raf said dryly. “Let her help us build a snowman first.”

And oh, how the three of you set to work. Your babygirl insisted her snowman be “small like mama!” so you helped her stack tiny snowballs while Raf built a life-sized, slightly misshapen version of himself, complete with sea-glass eyes and twigs for his messy hair.

“…Why is your snowman sexier than mine?” you pouted.

“Because mine’s me,” he smirked, brushing snow off your shoulder and leaning in for a slow kiss. “Yours is missing the smug.”

Your babygirl broke a snowball over both of your heads.

“NO KISS. Build mama snowman now!”

⸻

Later, as the snow kept falling, Rafayel had you and babygirl bundled under thick fleece blankets in the garden lounge. A staff member wheeled out a silver tray of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and pink sprinkles (Raf’s doing, of course). You sat with your daughter nestled on your lap, holding her warm cup with both mittened hands, cheeks red from the cold and hair a mess of little curls.

Rafayel wrapped an arm around you both, his cheek resting on top of your head.

“I’m gonna paint this,” he said softly, just to you.

“This moment?”

“No. You. Holding her. Looking like you’re about to cry just because she’s cute.”

You sniffled and nodded.

“…She’s so cute, Rafayel… I don’t know what to do with myself…”

“She’s yours,” he whispered, his voice oddly tender. “Of course she’s perfect.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

It snowed overnight.

You gasped the moment you saw it from the estate windows, thick, slow-falling flakes covering the cliffside like a dream. White velvet draped over the terrace railings. Snow had softened every sharp edge of the sleek mansion. It looked like a fairytale.

You sprinted into the nursery.

“Baby—” you whispered like it was a secret, leaning over her crib. “It’s snowing…”

She stirred, then her big hazel-green eyes blinked open. Zayne’s eyes. She blinked slowly like her daddy. Sleepy. Calm. Confused.

Then:

“Mama’s here…”

“Always,” you said softly, scooping her up. “And mama’s putting you in the cutest outfit in the universe. Prepare yourself.”

You waddled out in your fuzzy slippers with her on your hip, screaming for Zayne.

“ZAYNIE IT’S HAPPENING.”

⸻

By the time he emerged, Zayne was in a thick black turtleneck under his dark wool coat, sleek gloves on, hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hand through it because you were being “dramatic again.”

“…It’s just snow,” he said flatly.

“It’s her first snow and I am experiencing a personal crisis because she’s too cute and fluffy, Zayne.”

You held up babygirl, now wearing a cream-white puffer coat with little angel wings stitched on the back. Furry earmuffs. Chubby cheeks peeking out. The tiniest mittens ever.

Zayne’s breath caught. He blinked. Looked away.

“…She’s warm enough?”

“She’s going to give me an aneurysm,” you whispered. “I need to bite her cheeks. Immediately.”

Your daughter reached for you, not her dad.

Zayne frowned slightly. “She always wants you…”

You grinned. “She’s a mama’s girl.”

“She looks like me.”

“She belongs to me.”

Zayne didn’t argue, just leaned down and tucked a soft scarf around your neck too. His gloved fingers brushed your jaw, gentle.

⸻

The three of you stepped out into the snow-covered garden. Babygirl immediately squealed, waddling through the snow like a little snow bear, and then tripped,

You panicked, but Zayne was already there, kneeling to scoop her up, brushing snow from her coat with quick, precise hands.

“No falling. You’ll get wet.” His voice was soft, a little scolding.

She clung to him like a koala and sniffled,

Then pointed to you.

“Mama come too.”

You were already waddling over, nearly crying again.

“She’s literally perfect.”

“She’s needy,” Zayne muttered, but you saw the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

⸻

You and Zayne helped her roll snow into chubby little balls. She kept stopping to hand you “snow cookies” and call them “for mama.” Zayne stood behind you, arms folded, quiet and warm, watching with that unreadable expression.

“Are you cold?” you asked him.

“No.”

“Are you having fun?”

“…Yes.”

He wasn’t. But he was watching you have fun. That was enough.

Until babygirl smacked him in the back with a snowball.

Zayne turned slowly.

She froze.

You gasped.

Then—

“RUN!!” you shouted, grabbing her hand and sprinting as Zayne chased after you both, finally laughing under his breath, snow catching on his lashes.

⸻

That night, he carried her in, fast asleep in his arms, still bundled in her coat. He brushed melting snow from her lashes with the gentlest touch, then looked to you and murmured,

“…You were right. About today.”

You smiled sleepily. “About the snow?”

“No,” he said softly, laying your daughter down between you in bed. “About loving her so much it hurts.”

Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you. For giving her to me.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You woke to soft white light filling the penthouse. Everything glowed.

You stretched, snuggled under a ridiculous pile of silk sheets, only to realize,

Xavier wasn’t beside you.

But babygirl was.

Tucked under your arm, curled up like a tiny kitten. All white hair and lashes, pouty pink lips, and chubby cheeks. A perfect replica of Xavier.

And the moment you whispered,

“Baby, it snowed…”

her eyes fluttered open like a spell had been broken.

She didn’t even blink twice. Just whispered,

“Where’s mama going…?”

And clung to your nightgown like the dramatic little mama’s girl she is.

⸻

Xavier was already standing at the glass balcony doors, long pale hair loose over his shoulders, barefoot, wearing nothing but a cashmere robe like some kind of celestial prince.

Snow fell behind him in slow-motion flakes. The whole world had gone quiet.

“She’s awake,” he murmured softly, not turning around.

“She’s clingy,” you whispered back. “She won’t even let me put her down to get dressed.”

“She’s just like you,” he added, glancing at you from over his shoulder with that teasing, too-knowing smile. “…Warm little thing who always wants to be held.”

⸻

You dressed her in a powder blue snow suit with sparkly snowflake buttons and a poofy hood trimmed in fluff. She looked like a baby snow angel. A tiny star. A marshmallow.

And when you squealed and grabbed her cheeks,

“Mamaaaa,” she groaned, trying to wiggle away.

“She’s too fluffy. I can’t handle this,” you sobbed dramatically. “Xavier, I need to scream.”

He blinked once. “You are screaming.”

“I’m not screaming enough.”

He smiled faintly. Quietly delighted by the way you were so obsessed with your daughter. So helpless to your own love.

⸻

Outside on the penthouse rooftop garden, snow was falling over the sculpted white marble paths. Everything sparkled under the light.

Xavier knelt in the snow, helping babygirl gather snow into a little pile.

“She’s building a galaxy,” he said, deadpan. “I asked what the snowball was. She said, ‘a baby planet for mama.’”

You actually cried.

“She loves me so much it’s insane.”

“She’s you,” he murmured, watching as she looked back to you, chubby arms outstretched.

“Mamaaaa. Come build the planet.”

⸻

The three of you sat together, soft flurries falling all around, as babygirl stuffed her snow planet full of leaves and little sticks.

Xavier, meanwhile, was staring.

Not at her.

At you.

“You’ve got snowflakes on your lashes,” he said suddenly, tilting his head like you were some rare dream he couldn’t figure out. “You’re unreal.”

You laughed. “It’s just snow, Xavier.”

“It’s never just anything when you’re in it.”

And then he leaned in, brushed the snow from your lashes with his gloved thumb, and whispered something only for you,

“…I wish time would freeze. Like this. Just long enough to memorize it.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

The snowfall started sometime in the early hours.

But you wouldn’t know, because when you blinked awake, the estate was already warm, golden, and filled with the sound of staff tiptoeing in with trays. Hot cocoa. Fluffy coats. Tiny boots. Luxury snow gear lined up in a neat row.

Sylus leaned against the window wall, arms folded, wearing a perfectly tailored dark coat and gloves. And the first thing he said to you, like it was the most important thing in the universe?

“Snow’s good. Not slushy. Wind’s low. You’re allowed outside.”

You blinked. “…Were you testing the conditions for me?”

“For you, and the tiny tyrant that bites when you tell her to wear shoes.”

“…She gets that from you.”

⸻

You tried dressing babygirl yourself.

Sylus tried helping.

Big mistake.

“I told you she doesn’t like tight zippers, Sy—”

“She literally said ‘No! I’m a fluffy dragon’ and bit my hand.”

“She’s expressing herself!”

“She’s expressing that she’s feral!”

Still, eventually, she let you dress her. Because mama’s girl wins again.

Pale pink puff jacket. Furry boots. A ridiculous silver tiara hat (you ordered it, obviously). She looked like a bratty snow princess. Sylus looked at her once and muttered—

“…You made her a weapon.”

You shrieked. “She’s so cute I want to eat her.”

“Then she wins.”

⸻

In the private estate courtyard, you finally touched snow.

Sylus was immediately irritated.

“You’re not wearing gloves.”

“I’m fine, it’s—”

fwump, he shoved his own gloves onto your hands.

“Try again. This time without freezing your pretty fingers off.”

Babygirl meanwhile was faceplanting into snow like it was her birthright.

She made two snowballs. One she ate. The other she hurled at Sylus’s chest.

Direct hit.

Silence.

He stared at her like he’d just been assassinated.

“You’re joking,” he muttered.

She blinked up at him with huge red eyes and whispered:

“Mr. Snowman Daddy…”

Your knees buckled.

⸻

He eventually built her a snow fortress.

Not a snowman. A fortress.

It had towers. Spires. Defensive barricades.

“She’s two, Sy”

“She’s an empress,” he said flatly, brushing snow off her shoulders. “She deserves a throne.”

“She’s currently eating a button.”

“Then she needs better staff.”

⸻

Eventually, she wanted to be carried.

And of course, only you were allowed to do it.

Sylus tried once.

“Mama,” she cried, arms flailing toward you. “Dada is pointy.”

“I’m what?”

“She said what she said,” you smirked, smug as hell, tucking her into your arms.

But when she fell asleep on your chest in the snow fort, Sylus finally melted. Sat beside you quietly. Laid his coat over both of you.

“She’s going to take over the world,” he murmured.

“She’s going to take your wallet first.”

“…She already did.”

⸻

He carried both of you inside, one arm under you, the other holding her like a sleepy sack of snow fluff.

And as you dozed off again on the couch, he stood over you like a guard dog, tucking the fur blanket around you both.

“Stay warm,” he murmured, kissing your head. “I’ll kill winter itself if either of you get sick.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You were not the first one awake.

No, Caleb was. Already up, already dressed, standing at the massive floor-to-ceiling window in your Skyhaven penthouse, arms crossed, watching the city below disappear under soft falling snow.

The air was silent.

He didn’t speak. He just turned toward the bed, where you were snuggled with your little copy-paste baby girl, both of you in satin and silk and tangled hair.

And he murmured, like a soldier reporting to duty:

“Wake up. It’s snowing.”

“HUHH?” you croaked, sitting up like a gremlin.

He was already beside the bed, scooping up your babygirl in his arms.

“She needs to see this. Now.”

Babygirl blinked once. Then again. She stared at her dad. Then flopped toward you.

“Mamaaaa,” she groaned dramatically, burying her head in your chest.

“She wants me,” you smirked.

“She looks like me,” Caleb said, completely deadpan.

“She’s a mama’s girl, and she’s mine.”

He narrowed his eyes, amused. “She’s ours.”

⸻

You spent way too long dressing her.

Caleb stood with his arms crossed, watching you fuss and coo and whimper with cuteness aggression over every little accessory you added. Puffy white coat. Ribboned boots. Fuzzy earmuffs. A silver scarf.

“She’s too small,” you whined. “I’m gonna lose my mind. Look at her little belly. She’s like a marshmallow.”

“…She’s the size of a tactical rucksack and you’ve layered her like body armor.”

“She’s my fluffy snow fairy, Caleb. Let me live.”

When you finally waddled out with her, matching in fluffy cream and gold, Caleb just stared. You caught him.

“What?”

He looked away slightly. Cleared his throat.

“You two are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.”

⸻

He wouldn’t let either of you touch the snow at first.

“I have to check the conditions, ice layers, wind chill, temperature.”

“Caleb we’re playing.”

“You could slip. You could bruise. She could cry. I’m evaluating the terrain.”

You had to sneak behind him with your babygirl and throw a snowball right at his back.

Silence.

He turned slowly.

You and baby both screamed.

“RUN!!”

⸻

You spent the next hour squealing while Caleb, stoic colonel of the Farspace Fleet, quietly and efficiently built the most perfect snowman you’d ever seen. Clean lines. Balanced weight. He even carved the little face with a credit card.

Your babygirl? She ruined it instantly by stuffing her mittens into its face and calling it “dada.”

Caleb watched. Blinked once.

“…I’m honored,” he said flatly.

Eventually, she tripped, and her lip wobbled.

And before you could even gasp, Caleb was kneeling beside her, wiping snow from her cheeks and checking her tiny hands like she’d just returned from war.

“You’re alright. Daddy’s here,” he murmured.

She didn’t cry. She just sniffled and grabbed his neck.

Then looked over at you.

“Mama come too…”

“Of course,” you whispered, joining them.

Caleb pulled you both into his arms, snow falling around you like confetti, and kissed your forehead like it was a vow.

“Nothing,” he said quietly, “will ever touch the two of you. Not even the cold.”

⸻

Later, he carried her in first, then you. Both of you bundled, spoiled, and sleepy. He sat you both on the couch beside the fire, wrapped blankets around you like cloaks, then tucked a cup of cocoa into your hands.

“I earned this, didn’t I?” you teased sleepily.

Caleb leaned down and kissed your shoulder, lips lingering.

“I’d go through everything all over again just to see you laugh like that in the snow.”

[chloesolace]

Midnight Rain - Thranduil x Reader

summary: You are an elven ambassador from Rivendell living in Mirkwood. The realm is currently celebrating a victory in battle over the dwarves when Thranduil asks to have a private word with you. The two of you share history, but his scars scared him into letting you go. A decision he clearly regrets after seeing you dance with your fiancé.

pairing: Thranduil x F!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: angst

a/n: Another part of my Swift series, where I write multifandom one shots inspired by Taylor's songs <3 the next series after this will be a Florence + The Machine one. Hope you enjoy this story!

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My girl was a montage A slow motion, love potion Jumping off things in the ocean I broke her heart 'cause she was nice

In the dim light of sundown, he watched the woman dance. Her hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, and her red lips curved into a bright smile revealing her teeth. Giggles escaped her, the skirts of her dress in her fists so she would not stumble and fall over them as she hopped around in circles. She twirled around her dance partner, one her hand held tightly in his as she looked between him and her footing. Her bare feet moved confidently over the forest floor, soles stained with moss and earth from earlier rain.

He was sitting in his chair, a crown of leaves and twigs sprouting from his head. He could feel the weight of it pressing down even more than it usually did, although he was sure this was merely his imagination. His gaze hardened as he observed the man dancing with the woman, their arms entwined. No one besides him noticed but each time they drew close, the man whispered in her ear, eliciting blushes and giggles.

The glass in his hand shattered. 

“Oh, Your Majesty!” Exclaimed a servant girl next to him, immediately taking the glass out of his hand and cleaning his palm of shards and blood. The cloth she used soaked up the red liquid as the girl placed the shards into a basket nearby. 

Barely glancing at his opened palm, he held it away from his body, allowing her to continue cleaning up the mess he made. Hissing, he pulled it away once she informed him he was clean again. There was still a stain on his palm, but the cuts did not appear deep. He would seek out the palace healer after the festivities ended.

The music stopped when he raised his other hand, all eyes falling onto him when he stood from his seat. His blue eyes were resting on the elven girl he had watched earlier, the air thick with anticipation from his people. 

“Do not let the festivities stop. I shall have a private word with the Rivendell ambassador inside. Please, continue,” he said, his deep voice loud and collected. It radiated authority and control, all while he never took his gaze off of you.

You gave your fiancé a short nod and left him alone on the clearing that had turned into a dance floor, just as the musicians to your right resumed playing their instruments. Some of the spectators around watched you as you approached the Elven King, others joined your fiancé in dancing, and the air was once again filled with laughter. 

Thranduil extended an arm for you to take, and you reluctantly wrapped your hand around his biceps, feeling the expensive fabric of his garment on your skin. His scent was clear and familiar; a mixture of musk and wood. 

Neither of you said a word until you found themselves on a terrace, far away from the festivities and the music, which could only be heard if one concentrated very hard. You placed your hands on the railing, your eyes drifting off to the forest in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Thranduil looking at you, his gaze making you feel naked, seen, though never uncomfortably exposed.

“Why did you want to speak with me?” You asked him, knuckles white from your tight grip around the railing. You hoped he didn’t notice your nervousness. He hesitated as if he wasn’t quite sure himself. 

“You have proven to be a valuable asset in keeping an alliance between Rivendell and the Woodland Realm,” he began, his voice lacking emotion, his words sounding practiced and memorized. “I suspect now that you have found a suitable match, you plan to stay?” The words only reluctantly left his lips, and you could feel him tense further.

You clenched your teeth as you stared out into the forest, the sky darkening as dusk slowly began to blend into nightfall. There was a thickness in the air, indicating the imminent arrival of rain.

“Sharion and I have not decided yet,” you said hesitantly, the name of your fiancé now feeling strange on your tongue. You cursed yourself for the momentary feeling of shame that spread through your chest. Yet you had nothing to be ashamed of; Thranduil had turned you down. 

“I see,” replied the Elven King, and you saw him follow your gaze out of the corner of his eyes. He stood straight and tall next to you, silence resting between you. It was almost suffocating until you heard the roar of thunder above you.

You opened your mouth to say something just as he did the same, and it was the first time that evening your eyes met. You stopped yourself from speaking, gesturing for him to proceed instead. With flushed cheeks, you listened and averted your eyes again.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said softly, the pain in his voice barely audible. Your grip around the railing tightened just as the first raindrop fell onto it. “Please, look at me.”

There was something else in his voice now; he was pleading. When you turned to him you saw the glassiness of his blue eyes, the way his thick brows furrowed and his arched lips pursed as if in agony. 

“I do not know what you want from me, Thranduil,” you whispered, his name on your lips a familiar feeling. You were one of the few who knew about his name, let alone addressed him with it so openly. “I gave you my heart. I wanted to become your wife.” Your eyes momentarily dropped to his lips before locking with his again, your hand gently rising to touch his cheek where you knew he had glamored it. “No matter the scars you bear.”

Thranduil closed his eyes, leaning gently into your touch. You saw his own hand rising, only to fall again as if he was scared to touch you. As if he feared that if he did, you would pull away. 

When he opened his eyes, he inhaled deeply with the greed of someone who had stayed underwater for too long. Underneath your touch, his skin began to fade, replaced by the deep scars you had often seen him stare at in the mirror with disdain in his eyes. 

“I need you,” he whispered, but you only dropped your hand and he let the scars disappear behind his glamor again, eyes marked by rejection. 

“I cannot be with someone who hides himself behind thick curtains of shame, Thranduil.” Next to you, you heard the falling rain quicken in unison with your heartbeat. “Are you ready to draw the curtains back?”

He hesitated and looked away. Now it was you searching his gaze, but stubborn as he was he would not meet it. The silence that followed was answer enough, only disrupted when the heavy rain swallowed it and thunder roared again. You felt as if nature itself was urging him to open himself fully to you, though he ignored its pleas.

“I do not want to fight for a heart that would stay inside its cage when it could be free,” you continued, the words heavy. “A home should not be a battlefield.”

You saw him tense before you turned your back on him, leaving him standing with only the terrace’s roof to shield him from the rain. You began shivering, the feeling of your engagement ring cold against your finger while tears streamed down your cheeks. It was painful breaking one’s own heart, but sometimes it was a necessary pain to bear. 

With a heavy heart, you entered the palace again while the rain swallowed him calling out your name. 

'Cause she was sunshine I was midnight rain She wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Very cool 2002 Taos style adobe home in Valdez, New Mexico has the option of going off the grid or switching seamlessly to solar power. 4bds, 4ba, $1.750M.

This home is serene, Zen, and very artsy. An iron gate opens to the property and the first thing you encounter is this wonderful shrine.

There's a large entry with stone flooring and a tile bench with storage cabinets.

The kitchen is so cozy and warm. It has colorful lower cabinets and a huge fireplace/oven. There's a large turquoise island, but I don't know what that thing over it is, with the hanging light. White upper cabinets combine with the warm honey wood of the ceiling and door.

A large dining table under a beautiful Tiffany lamp is in front of a planter and a wall of windows that let in natural light.

Entering the living area through a turquoise doorway with a planter and built-in bookshelves.

This is lovely. Knotty pine columns, a beamed ceiling, fireplace and a mezzanine. Love the twig light fixture, too.

The columns are so interesting, and the ceilings and floors differ from room to room.

In this bedroom, the bed is tucked into a cozy alcove and there is a sitting room with fireplace.

So cozy.

Cool shower room.

The 2nd level mezzanine.

Lovely family room with knotty pine floors and a sweet little fireplace.

A home office has windows that look out on the terrace.

Nice 2nd bedroom has a log ceiling and a corner fireplace.

Here's a lovely bedroom with a platform for the bed. This house has such unique features.

There's a very sunny bath.

The primary bedroom is the most interesting room. It has a step-up area for the bed with a corner fireplace.

It has an en-suite bath and interesting closets.

Outside there's a covered patio with a great view.

And, a roof top deck with a hot tub.

The lot measures 6.88 acres.

[ramayantika]

Shyam Raatri

The large monsoon clouds assemble in the vast expanse of the night. I am alone here. The terrace is as dark as the dark clouds assembled in the corner of my vision. There is not one star in the sky -- the moon already lost somewhere under a dark veil.

A sweet tune rings in my ear, it's volume increasing as I take my breath. My eyes do not move even an inch away from the darkness in the night sky. Somewhere beside the extreme coal coloured sky, I see greyish clouds floating away with a light breeze gently blowing my hair.

Darkness is often associated with evil and sinister plans when everything eerie has to occur. Black surrounds me. Even the plants kept aside scare me with their dry twigs.

The flute tune now turns from something sweet to a mysterious melody. I feel a deep yearn from the depths of my soul; a sudden lunge in my heart to run into the darkness that keeps calling me. The light, the other path doesn't attract me anymore and my feet as if hypnotized walk ahead.

But there is no sinister allure in the air. There are no dark whispers looming around. There is the scent of fresh jasmines and wild flowers. The mysterious melody now transforms into a deep love tune as if played by someone who carries deep love in his being. I see no one. I am flying I think. Am I in my body? Who am I anymore?

Does it matter?

And suddenly a name escapes from my lips. Shyam. The dark expanse envelops me around and I lean into their embrace. Without a lamp, without a flame colour bursts in my soul, I see it dance as a loud thunder rumbles like a drum. The flash of lightning makes me see the one in the guise of the dark clouds.

Shyam, as dark as the night sky, as dark as the monsoon laden clouds shines as brightly as thousand diamonds. The flute tune now flows through my being. My heart soars with delight. I think this is how bliss feels like.

To go beyond my name, my body, and my identity, I find solace in that dark embrace. I find home in those arms which hold me tight and a small whisper makes me alert of his presence even more.

"I shall never let go."

The dark clouds part away to form the most handsome man in the whole universe. The stars surround his body, his smile as bright and warm as a hundred suns. Enchanting is an understatement. There is no word in my dictionary to describe me, for they only dim his lustre.

And when those rain filled clouds clash, a loud rumble pours heaven's nectar down the skies, drenching me. Mother nature forgets that her daughter is already drenched in love.

Oh how do young souls love so deeply, so passionately? They ask.

I have lived through many lives, each bringing me to him. Who needs a fire torch to light the path when you have him? A serpent turns into a garland with him around. My arms wound around his neck tightly as tears mix with the rain drops falling down my face.

Time is an illusion. Everything is. He can be the only truth, my only solid rock to my existence.

Which poet shall ever be able to write about this love? I cross every boundary deemed moral by this society. I am not a woman in love. I am a soul in love.

How do I go back to society, my dear one? I cross the deemed line every time I go to meet you in the dark.

'This isn't the way to love a god!'

'You aren't as pure as his other devotees.'

'You don't even have an ounce of knowledge than the ones who sought refuge at his feet.'

'This is wrong and immoral. You can't worship him this way.'

And so with tear stricken eyes, a fiery desperation in them, I raise my chin up and ask God himself. "If I have wronged you in any way, if this impure woman's love has borne any impurity in love for you then make me forget you forever."

And when I tell you that God himself wonders how mortals love so fiercely, with so much passion and longing that they are ready to hurt themselves than hurt the beloved, it is all true.

He himself bends his head down, his arms wide and I see the universe swirling in that space between those jewel studded arms. I can never say that I never looked into his eyes. His eyes meet mine and I see a glaze cloud over those lotus shaped eyes.

'If it weren't my wish, you wouldn't have noticed me standing here. You wouldn't walk all dazed towards me. Look around you. All of them. They only see dark swirling clouds but you found me. I have been here for you, waiting when you would find me, when you would realize me. I waited by the door of your room, by the corner of your vision, in the deep recesses of your mind whose doors you opened only in dreams. You found me. Is that not the answer to your love?'

The darkness whisks me away, leaving behind a scent of roses.

Oh mother how can I ever come back to the house anymore? I found my beloved.

*****

SSSSH IDK WHAT EVEN THIS IS I AM WRITING THIS WITH KRISHNA SONGS FROM MAHABHARAT ON LOOP CONTINUOUSLY. I SAW THE DARK SKY FROM MY TERRACE ALONE AND THERE WAS THIS ONE SPOT WJICH WAD EXTREMELY DARK LIKE DARKER THAN BLACK AND BESIDE IT A FEW FEET AWAY GREY CLOUDS WERE FLAOTING AROUND JUST LIKE I WROTE. I GOT SCARED A LITTLE KNOWING I WAS ALL ALONE IN THE DARK TERRACE BUT THAT DARK CLOUDS BLACKISH CLOUDS MADE ME STARE AT IT AND MADE ME FEEL SAFE. I KNEW I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING BUT SOMEHOW THE TERRACE DIDN'T FEEL SAFE ANYMORE AND I KINDA GOT A MESSAGE FROM INSIDE SAYING GO DOWNSTAIRS AND WRITE WHATECER YOY WANT. I AM LITERALLY SITTING ON MY SCOOTER AND TYPING THIS DOWN. IF MY VISION COILF ONLU FOCUS ON THAT EXACT DARK SPOT THAT FELT JUST PERFECT I WOULD ACTIALLY WRITE THIS MAYBE EVEN BETTER BUT OKAY I WROTRE THIS I HAVE NO IDEA HOW DID I EGEN WRITE THIS AND I AM PROBABLY GLING TO READ IT TOMORROW TO MAKE SENSE OF IT OR CRINGE OVER THIS YEAH EKZKZKZL WHATEVER THIS IS A QUESTION-ANSWER WHAT NOW. FIND WHAT YOU NEED THE ANSWERS TO. MY EYES GURT AND MY ELBOW.

[sureinsunlight]

Song Prompt-- Cassie

requested by @entropyking

Don't Know About The World- Emei

People that I call my friends

Turn around and twist it in

Then they do it all again

But they taste

Like cherry with a scent of safe

The airy shawl carefully draped around a young, ashen elf's shoulders crumpled up into a mess as she lay against the great granite terrace. The surface seared her skin, but through the holy cloth there came only a gentle, sunlike glow. "Everyone's guessing," she drawled, with a lazy closed-eye smile, "what my name's gonna be. Convocation's anyday, now."

"That so?" The voice came from aside and beneath. Addio was sat in shade, dappled by the grate that separated them. Penitence was supposed to be a little uncomfortable, else how else would day-thieves like him learn their lesson, but the dusty floor was cool and clean and his shackles long in the chain. It always helped that Rennes came to visit. "I'll bet on 'Ena'. For 'Enabler of Boldest Instincts'." His jab got a shower of pitching laughs to rain down to him.

"Never let it occur that word is doctrine, love. That's a goddish blame to put on me." Rennes nudged some stray twigs past the bars and onto his head. "Just because I thought the Absolved was still on pilgrimage was not invitation to go rummaging in their orchard." "Were the peaches not sweet enough?" "Plenty sweet, but that's beside the point." Addio's laugh was kind and slow-- but weighed down with thought. Eventually, he dared to make it known. "Suppose you do convoke soon." "'Suppose' I will, they've already gave me measure. Sky or hunger god is my choice." "Wonderful-- Well, suppose you do, then. You'll have less time for lying about the courtyard cells, won't you?" Silence. The shift of cloth on stone. He looked up and saw hair like sawgrass spilling over the ceiling, and the hint of cheekbone and chin above.

"...I might. Less time for wandering in quiet yards." "For getting me into trouble." "For getting you out of consequence." "For little trysts?"

"...I'd imagine." Her voice was heavy with regret. Though he was no acolyte, Addio held the weight for a moment like a prayer.

"Then let you take what you deserve, and I'll be lucky to snatch away what time I may find with you."

Above, Rennes-- soon to hold another, much more purposeful name-- let her gaze wander, vacant and conflicting. Across the way was a leafless tree, sun-bleached and twisting against violent blue sky. Its branches seemed to pierce the heavens, supporting it upon the points of many lances.

What she deserved, yes. She deserved this. "Addio?" "What's that?" "...How do you feel about heights?"

[tumibaba]

To be able to live a sustainable lifestyle, you should recycle the waste from kitchen and turn it into black gold. Instead of dumping leftovers to landfills, decomposing them can effectively contribute to enrich your backyard plants. Decomposed material is filled with essential nutrients that promote root growth, stem formation and increased yield. If you are new to composting or have tried it but encountered difficulties, this comprehensive guide will walk you through the entire process. From setting up a compost bin to troubleshooting common issues, you will learn everything needed to create high-quality compost at home. Setting Up Your Compost Bin Before you begin composting, you need to select an appropriate compost bin. There are different types of compost bins, each with its own advantages. Types of Compost Bins Terracotta Compost Bins – These bins are excellent for composting as they allow for natural aeration and moisture regulation. They typically consist of three stacked containers with holes for airflow. As each container fills up, it is rotated to the bottom, allowing the waste inside to break down further. Plastic Compost Bins or Buckets – If a terracotta bin is not available, you can use a plastic bucket with small holes drilled into the sides for ventilation. Ensure the bucket is at least one foot deep, as deeper containers help retain heat, which speeds up decomposition. Wooden Compost Bins – These are usually larger and suitable for outdoor composting. They allow for proper aeration and can accommodate more significant amounts of organic waste. Ideal Location for Compost Bin The compost bin should be placed in a warm and humid environment for optimal decomposition. A balcony, terrace, garden, or any well-ventilated outdoor space is suitable. If you live in an apartment, consider keeping the bin in a covered balcony or a designated area with good airflow. How to Make Compost at Home Using Kitchen Waste? Once your compost bin is set up, it is time to start adding waste. The key to successful composting is maintaining a balance between nitrogen-rich (green materials) and carbon-rich (brown materials). Green Materials (Nitrogen-Rich Waste) These are moist, organic materials that provide essential nutrients for microbes to break down waste efficiently. Vegetable peels Fruit scraps Coffee grounds and tea leaves Cooked food waste (small amounts) Eggshells (crushed) Brown Materials (Carbon-Rich Waste) These dry materials help absorb excess moisture and prevent foul odors. Dry leaves Sawdust Small twigs Shredded cardboard (without ink) Additional Additives Curd (Yogurt): Adding a small amount of curd occasionally introduces beneficial microbes that accelerate the decomposition process. Materials to Avoid Not all kitchen waste is suitable for composting. Some items can slow down decomposition or attract pests. Excess citrus peels and chili scraps (they lower the pH and slow decomposition) Newspaper and tissue paper (they take longer to break down) Large seeds like mango pits (they remain intact for months) Maintaining the Right Balance Achieving the right balance between nitrogen-rich and carbon-rich materials is crucial for effective composting. An improper balance can lead to unpleasant odors or slow decomposition. How to Prevent a Bad Smell? If your compost emits a strong, unpleasant odor, it is likely due to an excess of nitrogen-rich materials (kitchen waste). To fix this, add more dry leaves or other carbon-rich materials to absorb excess moisture and neutralize the smell. How to Fix Dry Compost? If the compost appears too dry and does not decompose properly, it lacks moisture. Sprinkle a small amount of water and mix the compost to restore the right level of humidity. However, avoid overwatering, as excess moisture can lead to anaerobic decomposition, which causes a foul smell. Aeration: The Key to Odor-Free Composting Proper aeration is essential for composting. Turning or mixing the compost once a week introduces oxygen, which helps microbes break down the waste efficiently. Without enough oxygen, the composting process will become anaerobic, leading to an unpleasant odor. You can use a stick or a compost aerator to stir the mixture regularly. Common Composting Issues and Solutions 1. Strong, Unpleasant Odor Cause: Too much nitrogen-rich waste (food scraps) and insufficient carbon-rich materials (dry leaves).Solution: Add more dry leaves or brown materials to balance the compost. 2. Compost is Too Dry and Not Breaking Down Cause: Lack of moisture in the compost pile.Solution: Lightly sprinkle water and mix the contents thoroughly. 3. Presence of Pests and Insects Some insects in compost are beneficial, but certain pests like cockroaches and rats can be problematic. Beneficial insects such as small decomposers and earthworms help break down organic matter. Unwanted pests such as cockroaches and rats can be deterred by keeping the compost bin in a secure area. Keeping the bin on a raised stand with a tray underneath to collect excess liquid can also help. If you notice an excessive number of cockroaches or rodents, consider placing natural deterrents such as neem leaves or applying pest control measures around the compost bin area. How to Know When Your Compost is Ready? Composting takes approximately two to three months to complete, depending on factors such as temperature, moisture, and aeration. Signs that the compost is ready for use: It has a dark brown, crumbly texture similar to soil. It has a mild, earthy smell with no foul odor. No visible food scraps remain, except for harder materials like eggshells or large seeds. Once the compost is fully decomposed, it can be used to enrich garden soil. Simply mix it into potted plants, flower beds, or vegetable gardens to improve soil fertility and promote healthy plant growth. Conclusion Composting at home is an easy, cost-effective, and environmentally friendly practice that helps reduce waste and enrich soil. By maintaining the right balance of green and brown materials, ensuring proper aeration, and addressing common issues, you can successfully create high-quality compost with minimal effort. Starting a composting habit not only benefits the environment by reducing landfill waste but also provides a sustainable way to nourish your plants. With just a little patience and regular maintenance, you can turn your kitchen waste into nutrient-rich compost that will enhance the health of your garden. If you are hesitant about starting due to concerns about odor or pests, rest assured that by following these guidelines, your compost bin will remain well-maintained and odor-free. Take the first step today, and transform your kitchen waste into a valuable resource for your plants. Khaja Moinuddin, a computer science graduate, finds joy in gardening and homesteading. Join him on this blog as he shares his experiences in homesteading, gardening, and composting Source link

[flowers-the-sun-witch]

bmb day 6!

feat: Flowers, @wizblr-blue-moon-ball's Lurien, and mentioning @hyper-lynx's Liam and Hemi! The start of this is based off the latter's start as well, but it deviates from there.

Flowers blinks their eyes open, suddenly realising they had fallen asleep. Sluggishly, and also a little embarrassed, they stand, fixing their dress as they do so. They glance back around the room they're in. No one's entered it besides them, as far as they can tell, and the attendees seem to be congregating outside. They sigh, before stepping out into the hall, just as Lurien, looking considerably more tired than the last time they'd seen him, starts to speak.

“Esteemed guests! The hour is drawing late. We have prepared a final surprise for all of you. If you would please make your way to the atrium, then follow the signage to the newly opened sky garden. Please bring any spellcasting equipment you have handy.”

Flowers automatically glances up, even though they know that the garden wouldn't be in the main hall of all places. They then sift through their pockets, making sure that they have some form of spare materials on hand. They internally panic for a moment, but calm as they find a dark blue agate stone, obviously shrunk down so it would fit, hidden in their dress. They breathe. It'll be difficult to do, well, anything really with this, so they'll have to be a little creative, but they haven't had much of a challenge with their magic recently. It will be fun, either way. Probably.

Flowers pauses briefly, letting most of the crowd travel ahead of them, then join the trail of stragglers and attendees who apparently didn't get the memo when everyone started leaving. As they walk, they admire the portraits, huge banners, tapestries, and other fine decor they see along the way. Soon after, though, they realise that everyone's mostly left them behind, and try to move a little faster. Finally, they walk past the doorway into the sky garden. It was more of a glorified balcony or terrace, really; flowers and other shrubs and plants of all kinds line the corners, but in the centre is a giant rune circle, large enough that everyone could sit in the ritual space with no issues whatsoever. They turn, and are immediately startled by the fact that Liam and Hemi are right next to them. They take a seat next to Liam quietly, some unknown guest on their other side.

And then the show starts.

Lurien, surprisingly, seems to be conducting his magic spontaneously; it travels up into the air in a pillar of light, shining both pure white and with every colour imaginable, then branches off into thousands of 'twigs' of power. It winds and twists, almost looking like vines strangling the stars, now difficult to see with all the new light. Flowers holds their agate, now properly sized, tight to their chest. There isn't much of a reason to do so— of course, they haven't been given anything to really do with it yet— but at their action, a couple others also do the same. It feels right to do.

The air trembles with something, and they sense that it's nearly the end of the light show. The branches, now fading slightly, start to shine bright with colour, doffing their previous white glow. The tips of each branch form orbs of swirling red and blue and purple, and Flowers fixates on one, clutching their gemstone tighter to themself. As they do so, the orb seems to almost explode, colours dancing in the sky so brightly that stars dance in their vision for a few moments afterwards.

After theirs went off, a chain reaction begins; thousands of balls of light explode into the cloudless sky, like a firework show. Some only burst into colourful circles of light, like Flowers', but others form shapes— Rabbits bounding through the lights, trees sprouting and growing at a rapid pace, dragons waving in between the others. Still more branches, not yet faded, trace sigils and symbols that Flowers does not understand into the air. Underneath them, the balcony trembles with energy. They glance down for a split second; the rune circle is glowing as well.

And then it's over. Fireworks crackle one last time, before dimming, then they disappear. The atmosphere itself around the attendees seems to relax, and they let their shoulders drop. The runes' light fades as well. Flowers sits down back on their assigned seat; they hadn't even realised they'd stood in the first place. They hear Lurien talking about the rest of the ball, but they aren't listening.

That was beautiful.

[netpurlb6513]

Orange Flowering Bush: 7 Best Shrubs to Brighten Your Garden

Have you ever imagined how a single burst of orange could transform your entire garden? Orange flowering shrubs bring more than color — they radiate warmth, vitality, and charm that breathe new life into any outdoor space. Let’s take a deep dive into the top orange-flowering bushes that can elevate your landscape from simple to stunning.

Each shrub holds its personality — some dazzle with their blossoms, others charm with year-round foliage. Understanding where and how to plant them can make all the difference in achieving that breathtaking garden glow.

Why Orange Flowering Shrubs Are a Garden Favorite

Orange flowering shrubs have become beloved staples in modern landscaping. Their bold colors stir feelings of joy and create an inviting atmosphere that blends seamlessly with other garden elements. Whether planted in clusters or as stand-alone focal points, these shrubs add a fiery brilliance to your backyard canvas.

Beyond beauty, they’re a haven for pollinators like bees and butterflies. This natural attraction not only enlivens your garden but also supports a thriving, healthy ecosystem.

What Defines an Flowering Bush?

Imagine a glowing cluster of orange petals shimmering under the sun — this is the magic of an orange flowering bush. These shrubs, adorned with vivid blossoms, demand attention and spark delight. But it’s not just about looks. Their ability to attract beneficial insects makes them an ecological win as well.

They vary in shape, size, and resilience. From the heat-tolerant Cigar Plant to the elegant Apricot Queen, each variety offers something special. Whether your garden thrives in sunlight or partial shade, there’s a perfect orange shrub waiting to be planted.

Benefits of Orange Flowering Shrubs

These radiant bushes do more than please the eye. They create a cheerful, welcoming entry to any home and draw attention without overpowering the space. Their vibrant hues become instant conversation starters.

More importantly, they contribute to a garden’s ecosystem by luring pollinators and deterring pests. They’re hardy, adaptable, and relatively low-maintenance, making them ideal for gardeners of any skill level. With the added benefit of privacy through dense foliage, they double as natural screens for peaceful outdoor retreats.

Where to Plant Them for Best Results

Location is everything. These shrubs thrive best in spots with ample sunlight — aim for at least six hours of direct light daily to encourage blooming. Choose soil that drains well to prevent root rot and maintain optimal moisture levels.

Spacing is crucial. Give each shrub enough room to breathe and spread without competing for sunlight and nutrients. Proper planning will not only enhance their health but also improve your garden’s overall visual flow.

Top 7 Orange Flowering Shrubs to Consider

Brighten up your space with these seven show-stopping varieties:

Apricot Queen — This evergreen wonder flaunts soft apricot-orange blooms and adjusts easily to both sunny and lightly shaded areas

Charles Grimaldi Angel’s Trumpet — A fragrance-filled delight, this shrub’s trumpet-shaped orange flowers are as enchanting as they are eye-catching.

Chicklet Orange Esperanza — It bursts into tubular blooms from spring to fall, perfect for a long-lasting splash of color.

Cigar Plant — Petite yet powerful, this heat-resistant gem attracts butterflies with its fiery tubular blossoms.

Firebush (Hamelia patens) — A hummingbird favorite, it offers endless color in warm, sun-drenched spots.

Orange Jubilee (Tecoma stans) — Clusters of bold orange flowers and drought tolerance make this a garden favorite.

Natal Plum (Carissa macrocarpa) — A unique shrub with fragrant blooms and edible fruit, perfect for multi-functional beauty.

Maintenance Made Simple

Caring for orange flowering bushes doesn’t require a green thumb — just a little consistency. Water deeply, especially during dry spells, but avoid overwatering. These shrubs prefer soil that stays moist without becoming soggy.

Use a balanced fertilizer at the start of the growing season to fuel vibrant blooms. Prune thoughtfully after flowering to encourage healthy new growth while maintaining shape and size.

Pay close attention to the condition of your soil. Incorporating organic matter helps retain moisture while improving drainage, offering the ideal foundation for these dazzling plants.

Complementing Your Garden With Companion Plants

Pairing orange-flowering shrubs with the right plants creates a harmonious and layered garden design. Cool tones like purples and blues contrast beautifully against warm orange hues, adding visual depth and flair.

Great companions include:

Purple Salvia — Adds a regal contrast.

Blue Balloon Flower — A soft balance to fiery tones.

Silver Mound Artemisia — Offers texture and a silvery backdrop.

Yellow Daylilies — Amplify the joy with more sunshine hues.

Thoughtful combinations like these can transform any garden into a kaleidoscope of color and charm.

Ecological Advantages

These bushes aren’t just pretty — they’re purposeful. They provide critical shelter and food sources for pollinators and small wildlife. The roots anchor the soil, reducing erosion, and the leaves contribute to cleaner air.

Native varieties, in particular, help maintain local biodiversity. They seamlessly fit into the ecosystem, requiring fewer resources while offering immense value to the surrounding environment.

Common Pests and How to Treat Them

Even the most beautiful plants have enemies. Orange flowering shrubs may face issues from aphids, spider mites, and whiteflies. Spotting the signs early — like curled leaves or webbing — can save your plants from severe damage.

Combat pests naturally with neem oil or insecticidal soaps. Introducing predator insects like ladybugs helps manage infestations organically. For fungal issues, improving air circulation and using proper fungicides is key.

The Right Time to Prune

Timing is essential when pruning. Trim your orange shrubs right after their blooming phase. This allows for fresh growth without cutting off the next season’s flowers.

Remove any dead or weak branches and spent blooms to promote regeneration. The ideal time generally falls in early to mid-spring, depending on your plant’s variety and climate.

Orange Shrubs in Landscape Design

When used in landscape planning, orange flowering bushes can anchor your entire layout. Their vibrant tones can lead the eye or define garden sections naturally.

Plant them as border accents, hedge rows, or near entryways to highlight focal points. Pair them strategically with contrasting foliage to build visual rhythm and balance in your yard.

Apply basic color theory — orange with blue or purple for contrast, or yellow and red for a warm gradient. The result? A vivid, curated landscape that feels both intentional and organic.

A Look at More Varieties

Beyond the common types, there are dozens of lesser-known orange-flowering bushes that may suit your garden’s needs. The Lantana camara, for example, offers multi-colored clusters with minimal maintenance. Pyracantha coccinea combines berries and flowers, providing color across seasons.

For a tropical flair, try the Callistemon viminalis (Weeping Bottlebrush), whose dramatic blossoms add motion and texture to the garden. Knowing your soil type and sunlight availability helps narrow down your best fit.

Final Thoughts

Orange flowering shrubs are a vibrant, versatile addition to any outdoor space. They offer more than a bold color — they bring structure, attract wildlife, and improve the overall health of your garden.

From low-maintenance options to pollinator favorites, the right orange bush can truly transform your yard. With thoughtful planting, proper care, and a touch of creativity, you can enjoy a lush, radiant landscape that inspires joy throughout the seasons.

[primordialruin]

Okay, okay good. She's met the father of Charlie. And despite the initial awkwardness, came to find that he was an alright guy. Especially since he in the end supported her dream and came in to save the day from Adam and the exorcists. And now, she would be meeting her mom.

Vaggie knew about Lilith. Not just from Charlie's accounts, but through her history being an exorcist back in the day. When all she was, was a foot soldier in the grand scheme. Even if she was, quote on quote, one of "Adam's top girls". She had heard many stories about the enigmatic Lilith, from the most fantastical to the unsavory. It wasn't until meeting Charlie did she get a much more grounded view on her. She wasn't only the Queen of Demons, she was also a wife, a mother and an individual that defied Heaven's credence and expectations of her. And was at one point: human.

With a steady breath, Vaggie opened the door to enter the terrace, where she could see Lilith relaxing.

"H-Hello, Your Majesty. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Vaggie cleared her throat nervously. "My name is Vaggie, Charlie's told me a lot about you."

Relaxation for Lilith entailed doing something to occupy her time. Weeding through the dried and withered leaves of the potted plants she had upon the railing, she would only half listen to the words emitted from the intruder behind her. Her eyes squinting against the greenery as she plucked the offending twigs from the stem of a peppermint plant.

"The only thing you're interrupting is the freight train of my thoughts... hold this," she extended a fistful of dried mint leaves towards Vaggie without bothering to dart a glance in her direction.

"Rub them against your palms."

[contremineur]

all the birds have come to this bancal on the high path between Sóller and Deia built stone on stone by Moors a thousand years ago for olives, oranges and carob in February they are feeding the fires and flames catch the leaves and blaze almost to the arms of the man who settles the twigs it could be my father who still makes fire run through things but here they are remaking the old cutting and burning the ripe wood leaving young shoots on gnarled trunks the voice of the chainsaw echoes in valleys smoke hangs high and drifts the terraces are held against the mountain by the dead and the living their hands their muscles the salt of their skin at dusk the mountains shift to grey layers of rock are smoke and mist and the sound of the chainsaw stops just this spade and this pick scraping making the little difference and underfoot the cloudy cyclamen and by the side the dark-leaved aromatic myrtle

Sarah Howe, Underfoot

Another one cut and pasted (or laboriously typed out) in my virtual commonplace book years ago – any thoughts on source or better credits much appreciated...

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Granny Pearl travelled across the world from the UK to Canada!

She misses her babblebrook family but is truly enjoying her fudgesicle, the jam her new Twig Village neighbour gave her, and the lovely view from her town manor terrace.

cheers to @animals-amy where this pre-loved sweetie came from…

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What Makes Tea and Twigs' Summer Tea Blends Perfect for Beating the Heat Naturally?

When the Indian summer sun starts blazing, our first instinct is to grab something cool and refreshing. While most people reach out for sugary sodas or artificially flavored drinks, there’s a healthier, much more refreshing option that often gets overlooked — summer tea blends. At Tea and Twigs, we believe that nature already offers everything we need to stay cool, refreshed, and healthy — and our summer tea blends are crafted with this very thought in mind.

But what exactly makes Tea and Twigs' summer teas so perfect for beating the heat naturally? Let’s sip into the magic.

Cooling Ingredients Straight from Nature

The secret lies in our ingredients. Each summer tea blend at Tea and Twigs is thoughtfully curated with naturally cooling herbs and flowers — the kind our grandmothers used in home remedies. Think of hibiscus, peppermint, lemongrass, and rose petals. These ingredients have natural cooling properties that help regulate body heat, boost hydration, and even aid digestion during the intense summer months.

For example, hibiscus is rich in antioxidants and is known to lower body temperature naturally. Peppermint is instantly refreshing and brings a light, cooling sensation with every sip. Lemongrass not only cools but also detoxifies, helping your system stay light and breezy, just like a fresh summer breeze!

Caffeine-Free Goodness

Unlike many energy drinks or bottled iced teas that are packed with caffeine and sugar, our summer blends are naturally caffeine-free (unless mentioned). This means you can sip on them all day long without worrying about jitters, dehydration, or those sugar crashes.

Perfect for families, kids, and even elderly loved ones — these blends are gentle, soothing, and completely natural. It’s like hydrating your body with a drink that’s also a wellness tonic!

Deliciously Versatile: Hot, Iced, or Sparkling!

One of the best parts about Tea and Twigs’ summer blends? They are incredibly versatile.

You can brew them hot if you love the calming effect of a warm cup. Or, you can chill them into refreshing iced teas — simply brew, cool, and add ice cubes with a dash of lemon or a few mint leaves. Feeling a little adventurous? Turn them into sparkling tea mocktails by adding a splash of soda water and some fresh fruits. Instant party starter!

Whether you are lounging at home, packing a picnic basket, or hosting friends for a sundowner, these blends are your go-to companions.

No Nasties, Only Pure Love

At Tea and Twigs, we say a big NO to artificial flavors, synthetic additives, or chemical preservatives. Every summer blend is handcrafted in small batches using pure, natural, and premium quality herbs, flowers, and spices. We take pride in offering you teas that are as authentic as the Indian summer memories we all cherish — running barefoot on the terrace, homemade mango pickles, chilled lemonades, and cool evening breezes.

You’ll taste the difference in every sip — pure, refreshing, and real.

Hydration + Wellness in Every Sip

Summer dehydration is real, and often sneaky. By the time we feel thirsty, our bodies are already craving water. Our herbal blends not only hydrate you but also provide trace minerals, antioxidants, and electrolytes that plain water cannot offer.

Drinking hibiscus or mint-based teas regularly can even support better digestion, reduce inflammation, and soothe your mind, making those hot, restless nights a little easier.

It’s like treating yourself to a mini wellness retreat — one cup at a time.

Handpicked Favorites for This Summer

If you’re wondering where to start, here are a few Tea and Twigs summer bestsellers:

Hibiscus Rose Cooler: Tart, floral, vibrant — feels like sipping a garden in bloom.

Minty Lemongrass Breeze: Crisp, citrusy, and deeply refreshing.

Chamomile Citrus Calm: Perfect for unwinding after a hot, hectic day.

Summer Berry Glow: Packed with berries and a gentle hibiscus punch.

Each blend is crafted to not just refresh your body, but lift your spirits too.

 Final Sip

This summer, ditch the sugary traps and processed drinks. Let nature pamper you instead. With Tea and Twigs' summer blends, you’re not just hydrating — you’re nourishing, healing, and reconnecting with the pure joy of simple, wholesome living.

So go ahead, brew a cup, add some ice, maybe a slice of lemon — and sip your way to a cooler, happier, and healthier you. Stay cool, stay natural — the Tea and Twigs way!

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To be able to live a sustainable lifestyle, you should recycle the waste from kitchen and turn it into black gold. Instead of dumping leftovers to landfills, decomposing them can effectively contribute to enrich your backyard plants. Decomposed material is filled with essential nutrients that promote root growth, stem formation and increased yield. If you are new to composting or have tried it but encountered difficulties, this comprehensive guide will walk you through the entire process. From setting up a compost bin to troubleshooting common issues, you will learn everything needed to create high-quality compost at home. Setting Up Your Compost Bin Before you begin composting, you need to select an appropriate compost bin. There are different types of compost bins, each with its own advantages. Types of Compost Bins Terracotta Compost Bins – These bins are excellent for composting as they allow for natural aeration and moisture regulation. They typically consist of three stacked containers with holes for airflow. As each container fills up, it is rotated to the bottom, allowing the waste inside to break down further. Plastic Compost Bins or Buckets – If a terracotta bin is not available, you can use a plastic bucket with small holes drilled into the sides for ventilation. Ensure the bucket is at least one foot deep, as deeper containers help retain heat, which speeds up decomposition. Wooden Compost Bins – These are usually larger and suitable for outdoor composting. They allow for proper aeration and can accommodate more significant amounts of organic waste. Ideal Location for Compost Bin The compost bin should be placed in a warm and humid environment for optimal decomposition. A balcony, terrace, garden, or any well-ventilated outdoor space is suitable. If you live in an apartment, consider keeping the bin in a covered balcony or a designated area with good airflow. How to Make Compost at Home Using Kitchen Waste? Once your compost bin is set up, it is time to start adding waste. The key to successful composting is maintaining a balance between nitrogen-rich (green materials) and carbon-rich (brown materials). Green Materials (Nitrogen-Rich Waste) These are moist, organic materials that provide essential nutrients for microbes to break down waste efficiently. Vegetable peels Fruit scraps Coffee grounds and tea leaves Cooked food waste (small amounts) Eggshells (crushed) Brown Materials (Carbon-Rich Waste) These dry materials help absorb excess moisture and prevent foul odors. Dry leaves Sawdust Small twigs Shredded cardboard (without ink) Additional Additives Curd (Yogurt): Adding a small amount of curd occasionally introduces beneficial microbes that accelerate the decomposition process. Materials to Avoid Not all kitchen waste is suitable for composting. Some items can slow down decomposition or attract pests. Excess citrus peels and chili scraps (they lower the pH and slow decomposition) Newspaper and tissue paper (they take longer to break down) Large seeds like mango pits (they remain intact for months) Maintaining the Right Balance Achieving the right balance between nitrogen-rich and carbon-rich materials is crucial for effective composting. An improper balance can lead to unpleasant odors or slow decomposition. How to Prevent a Bad Smell? If your compost emits a strong, unpleasant odor, it is likely due to an excess of nitrogen-rich materials (kitchen waste). To fix this, add more dry leaves or other carbon-rich materials to absorb excess moisture and neutralize the smell. How to Fix Dry Compost? If the compost appears too dry and does not decompose properly, it lacks moisture. Sprinkle a small amount of water and mix the compost to restore the right level of humidity. However, avoid overwatering, as excess moisture can lead to anaerobic decomposition, which causes a foul smell. Aeration: The Key to Odor-Free Composting Proper aeration is essential for composting. Turning or mixing the compost once a week introduces oxygen, which helps microbes break down the waste efficiently. Without enough oxygen, the composting process will become anaerobic, leading to an unpleasant odor. You can use a stick or a compost aerator to stir the mixture regularly. Common Composting Issues and Solutions 1. Strong, Unpleasant Odor Cause: Too much nitrogen-rich waste (food scraps) and insufficient carbon-rich materials (dry leaves).Solution: Add more dry leaves or brown materials to balance the compost. 2. Compost is Too Dry and Not Breaking Down Cause: Lack of moisture in the compost pile.Solution: Lightly sprinkle water and mix the contents thoroughly. 3. Presence of Pests and Insects Some insects in compost are beneficial, but certain pests like cockroaches and rats can be problematic. Beneficial insects such as small decomposers and earthworms help break down organic matter. Unwanted pests such as cockroaches and rats can be deterred by keeping the compost bin in a secure area. Keeping the bin on a raised stand with a tray underneath to collect excess liquid can also help. If you notice an excessive number of cockroaches or rodents, consider placing natural deterrents such as neem leaves or applying pest control measures around the compost bin area. How to Know When Your Compost is Ready? Composting takes approximately two to three months to complete, depending on factors such as temperature, moisture, and aeration. Signs that the compost is ready for use: It has a dark brown, crumbly texture similar to soil. It has a mild, earthy smell with no foul odor. No visible food scraps remain, except for harder materials like eggshells or large seeds. Once the compost is fully decomposed, it can be used to enrich garden soil. Simply mix it into potted plants, flower beds, or vegetable gardens to improve soil fertility and promote healthy plant growth. Conclusion Composting at home is an easy, cost-effective, and environmentally friendly practice that helps reduce waste and enrich soil. By maintaining the right balance of green and brown materials, ensuring proper aeration, and addressing common issues, you can successfully create high-quality compost with minimal effort. Starting a composting habit not only benefits the environment by reducing landfill waste but also provides a sustainable way to nourish your plants. With just a little patience and regular maintenance, you can turn your kitchen waste into nutrient-rich compost that will enhance the health of your garden. If you are hesitant about starting due to concerns about odor or pests, rest assured that by following these guidelines, your compost bin will remain well-maintained and odor-free. Take the first step today, and transform your kitchen waste into a valuable resource for your plants. Khaja Moinuddin, a computer science graduate, finds joy in gardening and homesteading. Join him on this blog as he shares his experiences in homesteading, gardening, and composting Source link

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To be able to live a sustainable lifestyle, you should recycle the waste from kitchen and turn it into black gold. Instead of dumping leftovers to landfills, decomposing them can effectively contribute to enrich your backyard plants. Decomposed material is filled with essential nutrients that promote root growth, stem formation and increased yield. If you are new to composting or have tried it but encountered difficulties, this comprehensive guide will walk you through the entire process. From setting up a compost bin to troubleshooting common issues, you will learn everything needed to create high-quality compost at home. Setting Up Your Compost Bin Before you begin composting, you need to select an appropriate compost bin. There are different types of compost bins, each with its own advantages. Types of Compost Bins Terracotta Compost Bins – These bins are excellent for composting as they allow for natural aeration and moisture regulation. They typically consist of three stacked containers with holes for airflow. As each container fills up, it is rotated to the bottom, allowing the waste inside to break down further. Plastic Compost Bins or Buckets – If a terracotta bin is not available, you can use a plastic bucket with small holes drilled into the sides for ventilation. Ensure the bucket is at least one foot deep, as deeper containers help retain heat, which speeds up decomposition. Wooden Compost Bins – These are usually larger and suitable for outdoor composting. They allow for proper aeration and can accommodate more significant amounts of organic waste. Ideal Location for Compost Bin The compost bin should be placed in a warm and humid environment for optimal decomposition. A balcony, terrace, garden, or any well-ventilated outdoor space is suitable. If you live in an apartment, consider keeping the bin in a covered balcony or a designated area with good airflow. How to Make Compost at Home Using Kitchen Waste? Once your compost bin is set up, it is time to start adding waste. The key to successful composting is maintaining a balance between nitrogen-rich (green materials) and carbon-rich (brown materials). Green Materials (Nitrogen-Rich Waste) These are moist, organic materials that provide essential nutrients for microbes to break down waste efficiently. Vegetable peels Fruit scraps Coffee grounds and tea leaves Cooked food waste (small amounts) Eggshells (crushed) Brown Materials (Carbon-Rich Waste) These dry materials help absorb excess moisture and prevent foul odors. Dry leaves Sawdust Small twigs Shredded cardboard (without ink) Additional Additives Curd (Yogurt): Adding a small amount of curd occasionally introduces beneficial microbes that accelerate the decomposition process. Materials to Avoid Not all kitchen waste is suitable for composting. Some items can slow down decomposition or attract pests. Excess citrus peels and chili scraps (they lower the pH and slow decomposition) Newspaper and tissue paper (they take longer to break down) Large seeds like mango pits (they remain intact for months) Maintaining the Right Balance Achieving the right balance between nitrogen-rich and carbon-rich materials is crucial for effective composting. An improper balance can lead to unpleasant odors or slow decomposition. How to Prevent a Bad Smell? If your compost emits a strong, unpleasant odor, it is likely due to an excess of nitrogen-rich materials (kitchen waste). To fix this, add more dry leaves or other carbon-rich materials to absorb excess moisture and neutralize the smell. How to Fix Dry Compost? If the compost appears too dry and does not decompose properly, it lacks moisture. Sprinkle a small amount of water and mix the compost to restore the right level of humidity. However, avoid overwatering, as excess moisture can lead to anaerobic decomposition, which causes a foul smell. Aeration: The Key to Odor-Free Composting Proper aeration is essential for composting. Turning or mixing the compost once a week introduces oxygen, which helps microbes break down the waste efficiently. Without enough oxygen, the composting process will become anaerobic, leading to an unpleasant odor. You can use a stick or a compost aerator to stir the mixture regularly. Common Composting Issues and Solutions 1. Strong, Unpleasant Odor Cause: Too much nitrogen-rich waste (food scraps) and insufficient carbon-rich materials (dry leaves).Solution: Add more dry leaves or brown materials to balance the compost. 2. Compost is Too Dry and Not Breaking Down Cause: Lack of moisture in the compost pile.Solution: Lightly sprinkle water and mix the contents thoroughly. 3. Presence of Pests and Insects Some insects in compost are beneficial, but certain pests like cockroaches and rats can be problematic. Beneficial insects such as small decomposers and earthworms help break down organic matter. Unwanted pests such as cockroaches and rats can be deterred by keeping the compost bin in a secure area. Keeping the bin on a raised stand with a tray underneath to collect excess liquid can also help. If you notice an excessive number of cockroaches or rodents, consider placing natural deterrents such as neem leaves or applying pest control measures around the compost bin area. How to Know When Your Compost is Ready? Composting takes approximately two to three months to complete, depending on factors such as temperature, moisture, and aeration. Signs that the compost is ready for use: It has a dark brown, crumbly texture similar to soil. It has a mild, earthy smell with no foul odor. No visible food scraps remain, except for harder materials like eggshells or large seeds. Once the compost is fully decomposed, it can be used to enrich garden soil. Simply mix it into potted plants, flower beds, or vegetable gardens to improve soil fertility and promote healthy plant growth. Conclusion Composting at home is an easy, cost-effective, and environmentally friendly practice that helps reduce waste and enrich soil. By maintaining the right balance of green and brown materials, ensuring proper aeration, and addressing common issues, you can successfully create high-quality compost with minimal effort. Starting a composting habit not only benefits the environment by reducing landfill waste but also provides a sustainable way to nourish your plants. With just a little patience and regular maintenance, you can turn your kitchen waste into nutrient-rich compost that will enhance the health of your garden. If you are hesitant about starting due to concerns about odor or pests, rest assured that by following these guidelines, your compost bin will remain well-maintained and odor-free. Take the first step today, and transform your kitchen waste into a valuable resource for your plants. Khaja Moinuddin, a computer science graduate, finds joy in gardening and homesteading. Join him on this blog as he shares his experiences in homesteading, gardening, and composting Source link