#asterflower

[trailing-petunia]

How to Care Simple Aster: Light, Soil & Water, Temperature & Humidity, and Fertilizer.

In the spring, remove any damaged foliage or stems. In midsummer, cut the stems back by half to encourage more blossoms in fall. Gardeners in colder areas leave the dead stalks and foliage in place to protect the roots during winter.

[thecreakingdoor]

My favourite autumn flowers have started to bloom. They give me such witchy Halloween vibes! . . . #halloween #aster #asterflower #purpleaster #autumnvibes #thefall #winteriscoming #octoberflowers #cottagegarden #countrysidelife (at Harrowby, Lincolnshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjkZP9VIG2F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nikishara]

When you forgot to comb your hair in the morning #aster #asters #asterflower #asteraceae #macroexperience #flowers_andlife #macroholic #macroandflora #flowerdaily https://www.instagram.com/p/CjYg07Ori_J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rh-naturestyles]

🌼☀️🌼☀️🌼☀️ #rh_naturestyles #die_natur_ist_schön #blumenfoto #makrofotografie #macroflowers #macro_brilliance #macro_nature_spirit #macrofotografia #macrophotography #flowerphotography #flowersofinstagram #blumenmachenglücklich #blumenwiese #blumengarten #blumen #bloom #astern #aster #asters #asterflower #gardenphotography #garden #gardensofinstagram #gardeninspiration #gardendesign #blossomphotography #naturephotographer #nature_perfection #naturemacro #nature_of_our_world @rh_naturestyles (hier: Chemnitz-Schloßchemnitz) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgpRqPwMKMv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ridgeclan]

Snippets: Fallen Feathers, Fallen Angels

Word Count: 748

Characters: Hawkclaw, Milkflower, Asterflower

Hawkclaw is named after a nursery story, one that hovers over her life like a bird circling overhead, waiting for her to slip up, to not live up to expectations. She decides to end that when she has a kit of her own.

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    There’s a story in TalonClan about their founder. She was a kittypet before she was a Clan cat, and every morning she’d find a hawk’s feather outside her housefolks’ den. She ignored it for many sunrises until the wind picked it up and took it far away, towards a mountain path that the older kittypets had warned her against taking. They had told her that the mountain was full of strange cats the size of lions who ate wandering housecats, and despite their warnings and her own apprehension, she followed the feather. It led her up trails and paths carved by many different animals, through caves and sheer cliffs with no end in sight, and on snow and rough stone that wore down her pawpads, but still, she followed it, for she felt it called to her. 

     Her flanks were heaving by the time she had reached the peak of the mountain, and the clouds were mere foxlengths away. She looked down the cliffs and saw that her twoleg home was just a series of blurry brown dens. There was a stillness to the air, no wind to taint the taste, just the scent of air where it was its purest, and she felt more at ease than she had when swaddled by twoleg blankets. 

     It was then when her heart had opened to accept the mountain that she saw the hawk where the feather had originated. It spoke to her.

     The hawk told her that she was chosen by StarClan to establish a Clan here near the mountain’s peak where only the bravest and most true could survive. Her Clan would be watched over by him and when they fell, he would carry them in his talons to the stars. He would help guide her, and the leader after her, and the leader after them, and so on.

     Hawkclaw had been told that story many times. Her elders told her it was a great honor to be named after the hawk that watched over their Clan, and she usually gritted her teeth and nodded to their empty words. There was no need to kick up a fuss, but she’d heard other warriors murmur how they deserved her name more than she did many times.

      Let them have it and see how they like having the hawk’s eye on them. She thought bitterly as she sat in a moss nest decorated with hawk feathers. She picked at one idly with a claw. That’ll change their tune real quick.

      Asterflower, her mother, slunk into the nursery with a freshly caught mouse that she almost dropped when her jaw opened wide in awe upon seeing the kit nursing at Hawkclaw’s belly. Quick as a lightning strike, Aspenflower rushed over to her side and crouched over the small patched kit cooing like a dove. 

       “He’s beautiful, my hawk.” Her mother nuzzled the tom-kit, licking between his ears with a delicate tongue. As if recognizing his kin, the kitten leaned towards the tender affection. He was a loving kit that wanted nothing more than a warm body by his side at all times. “Have you thought of a name?”

       Hawkclaw knew what her mother was thinking; what the whole clan was thinking. Featherkit for the kit of a hawk-named. It was only right after all.

      “Milkkit,” She said.

 ��     Asterflower blinked, certainly surprised but didn’t argue. “His white patches do resemble milk,” She said after a moment in a measured tone.

       She nodded and didn’t say that she hadn’t even thought of his patched fur when she chose the name. She had named him after milk because it was what truly allowed TalonClan to live here, not StarClan or a hawk watching over them. When a cat was their weakest, it was their mother’s milk that gave them strength to grow; it was their kin that guided and watched over them. There was no influence of the stars when it came to raising kittens, only the dedication of the living. 

      “Tell Icewhisker I chose a name.” 

      “I will,” Asterflower mewed, seeing the dismissal for what it was.

      Once her mother’s tail tip disappeared from the nursery entrance, Hawkclaw gave Milkkit a quick lick, ruffling the fur that had just been smoothed down. “Welcome to TalonClan Milkkit. Let’s hope I don’t regret this.” 

     But she knew there was no other option. She could never levy those expectations upon her own blood. Let them whisper that he deserved a better name, never a worse one

[indianartisans]

What Is Your Favorite Wall Art? Drop your answer in comment section

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#wallart #daisyflower #asterflower #designer #home #design #decor #decoryourhome #interior #interiordesign #product #stylish #decor #useful #design #handmade #quality #ordernow #purchasenow #online #indianartisans

[artist-sindhuja]

Starting with the alphabet illustration series. I chose flowers. So here it goes starting with the Aster flower, the first of the Floral Alphabet Series.

#alphabetillustration #alphabetillustrationseries #floralalphabetseries #asterflower #asterflowers #floralalphabetillustrstions

[apopcornkernel]

im still mad abt that person hogging the asterflowers url like girl you havent been active for years GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!

[feelmycraft]

Wow picks! Many Colours Coaster Flames Aster Flower Set of 4 at €4.99 Choose your wows. 🐕 #AsterFlower #FeltCoasters #FlamesAster #coaster #Felt #Coasters #Green #FeltPlacemats #Gray #Placemats — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/u2y8TnO

[plantogallery]

[creativeadventuring]

Portland Head Light is such an iconic image. The lighthouse on the little bluff surrounded by rocks and breakers is so well known. It is arguably one of the best known lighthouses in the US. It even graces a beer label (@grittymcduffs )for some pretty good beer. I happened to stumble across this sight and I thought it was interesting to see the same vista in a different light. . . . . . . #portland #portlandmaine #portlandme #portlandheadlight #capeelizabeth #capeelizabethmaine #maine #mainecoast #ocean #atlantic #atlanticocean #atlanticcoast #lighthouse #lighthouses #lighthousesofinstagram #aster #asterflower #fortwilliams #breakers #rocks #coastline #creativadventuring #wanderlust #wanderlusting #wickedgood (at Portland Head Light) https://www.instagram.com/p/CThkgKjresQ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[jardimverdenet]

Áster 

[lachkegeetanjali]

Angelic Asters

The flowers for the month of September are Aster and Morning Glory.

Asters are symbols of powerful love and morning glory signifies affection.

Asters

BY GOTTFRIED BENN

TRANSLATED BY MICHAEL HOFMANN

Asters—sweltering days

old adjuration/curse,

the gods hold the balance

for an uncertain hour.

Once more the golden flocks

of heaven, the light, the trim—

what is the ancient process

hatching under its dying wings?

Once more the yearned-for,

the intoxication, the rose of you—

summer leaned in the doorway

watching the swallows—

one more presentiment

where certainty is not hard to come by:

wing tips brush the face of the waters,

swallows sip speed and night.

Sources:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/55393/asters

https://www.almanac.com/september-birth-flowers

[delwaaunglor]

Purple Aster. #aster #asterflower #flowers #flower #backyardgarden #naturephotography #macrophotography (at Simpsonville, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRASUSID3gS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[shebringslife]

[casiopea55]

Aster