#cypress and grapevine

[tomhardymyking]

Summary of everything we have had of 𝗧𝗼𝗺 in this year 2024! 💥

Cypress & Grapevine by 𝙅𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 with his father, half 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 filming but I will highlight that he was in Alicante, the release with interviews, promotions and premieres, we saw him in a suit and on a motorbike after a long time, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 interviews and release with premiere in London, we could see him training and being with puppies giving them love in addition to 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲, new photoshoots, he said Hello in Spanish, he shared a video uploaded by me on his stories... 💖

What a great year he has given us 😮 It has been very, very nice 🥰

I hope that next year we have the same amount of content or more, we can meet him in person, there is good news regarding 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺, he films 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4, and they announce more projects of him 🙏🏻

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¡Resumen de todo lo que hemos tenido de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 en este año 2024! 💥

Cypress & Grapevine de 𝙅𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 con su padre, medio rodaje de 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 Ú𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆 pero destacaré que estuvo en Alicante, el estreno con entrevistas, promociones y premieres, le vimos con traje y en moto después de mucho tiempo, entrevistas y estreno de 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒍𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒐 con premiere en Londres, pudimos verlo entrenando y estar con perritos dándoles amor además de con 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲, nuevas sesiones de fotos, dijo Hola en español, compartió un vídeo subido por mí en sus historias... 💖

Qué gran año nos ha regalado 😮 Ha sido muy, muy bonito 🥰

Espero que el año que viene tengamos la misma cantidad de contenido o mayor, podamos conocerlo en persona, hayan buenas noticias respecto a 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺, ruede 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4, y anuncien más proyectos de él 🙏🏻

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[persolaise]

Montblanc Collection, L'Artisan Parfumeur Il Etait Un Bois, Jo Malone London Cypress & Grapevine reviews - 2024

In an attempt to lend their image a bit of rough, Jo Malone London have hired Tom Hardy as the face of their Cypress & Grapevine cologne (credited to Sophie Labbe). I did my best to endure its abrasive profile in a recent session of Love At First Scent episodes, which also included reviews of L’Artisan Parfumeur Il Etait Un Bois (Caroline Dumur) and the new Montblanc Collection quartet. Here are…

[lyralu91]

😭❤️

Two puppies.

[hunnam]

Tom Hardy’s take on Cypress & Grapevine Cologne Intense.

[tomhardyitalia]

Ig @jomalonelondon

Man’s best friend will have to sit this one out: Cypress & Grapevine All Over Body Spray, a new way to experience the fresh and woody scent. #MrMalone #TomHardy

[voguefashion]

Tom Hardy for Jo Malone "Cypress & Grapevine" fragrance, 2024.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Public Gardens Day

Get outside, get some fresh air, and literally stop and smell the roses by finding a public garden to stroll through and enjoy, by yourself or with those you love.

There are many different ways to define the word garden. Indeed, the term stretches to include everything from a small piece of land where flowers are grown to areas where we can plant fruit and veg. Similarly, gardens can be wide-open spaces that are filled with a large assortment of different plants. These public spaces are often the perfect spot to spend time with family and friends outside or enjoy some incredible entertainment. It’s not uncommon for public spaces to be used for outdoor theater and live music. These areas are known as public gardens.

Public gardens – the beautiful centerpieces to cities and large communities. Filled with different assortments of flora and fauna, they are the bright and colorful beacon in the middle of a large and dully-colored metropolis. They’re a reminder of the beauty that nature holds, a great place for picnics, and taking kids out for a play date. But where did the first public garden originate and when? Come with us as we delve into the past of National Public Gardens Day!

History of National Public Gardens Day

Mesopotamia, the “land between the rivers” Tigris and Euphrates, comprises a hilly and mountainous northern area and flat, alluvial south. Its peoples were urban and literate from about 3,000 BC.

Evidence for their gardens comes from written texts, pictorial sculpture, and archaeology. In western tradition, Mesopotamia was the location of the Garden of Eden and the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Temple gardens developed from the representation of a sacred grove. Several distinct styles of the royal garden are also known.

The courtyard garden was enclosed by the walls of a palace. On a larger scale was a cultivated place inside the city walls. At Mari on the Middle Euphrates (c 1,800BC), one of the huge palace courtyards was called the Court of the Palms. It is crossed by raised walkways of baked brick; the king and his entourage would dine there.

At Ugarit (1,400BC) there was a stone water basin, not located centrally as in later Persian gardens, for the central feature was probably a tree (date palm or tamarisk). The 7th century BC Assyrian king Assurbanipal is shown on a sculpture feasting with his queen, reclining on a couch beneath an arbor of vines, and attended by musicians.

Trophies of conquest are on display, including the dismembered head of the king of Elam hanging from a fragrant pine branch! A Babylonian text from the same period is divided into sections as if showing beds of soil with the names of medicinal, vegetable, and herbal plants written into each square, perhaps representing a parterre design.

On a larger scale, royal hunting parks were established to hold the exotic animals and plants which the king had acquired on his foreign campaigns. King Tiglath Pileser I (1,000BC) lists horses, oxen, asses, deer, gazelle, and ibex, boasting “I numbered them like flocks of sheep.”

From around 1,000 BC the Assyrian kings developed a style of city gardening incorporating a naturalistic layout, running water supplied from river headwaters, and exotic plants from their foreign campaigns.

Assurnasirpal II (883-859BC) lists pines of different kinds, including cypresses, junipers, almonds, dates, ebony, rosewood, olive, oak, tamarisk, walnut, terebinth, ash, fir pomegranate, pear, quince, fig, and grapevines. “The canal water gushes from above into the gardens; fragrance pervades the walkways; streams of water as numerous as the stars of heaven flow in the pleasure garden…

Like a squirrel, I pick fruit in the garden of delights.” The city garden reached its zenith with the palace design of Sennacherib(704-681BC) whose water system stretched for 50 km into the hills. The garden was higher and more ornate than any other and he boasted of the complex technologies he deployed, calling his garden palace “a Wonder for all Peoples”.

While public gardens may have origins deep in the past, Public Garden Day is a fairly modern celebration. Celebrations began in 2009 and it was created as a way to both enjoy and celebrate these beautiful spaces. The day is also a time where there are campaigns to build awareness around these spaces and what they mean to the local community. As well as often being a prime location for public events, public gardens may also be an area for environmental conservation. As such, it’s common to find that on this day, there are campaigns to draw attention to this and ensure that both tourists and locals remember these locations.

Some people also view this day as the beginning of spring. This isn’t the official start of spring of course, but it does seem to be a time where more people go out and enjoy nature with their loved ones and people that they hold dear.

How to celebrate National Public Gardens Day

From roses to chrysanthemums, all we have to do is go outside to a public garden and admire the variety of flora. The beauty of nature is not one to take lightly. So, let’s get out there! Maybe we can even plant our own gardens to add some color to our homes.

The biblical Book of Genesis mentions the Tigris and Euphrates as two of the four rivers bounding the Garden of Eden. No specific place has been identified although there are many theories.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon are listed by classical Greek writers as one of the Seven Wonders of The World. The excavated ruins of Babylon do not reveal any suitable evidence, which has led some scholars to suggest that they may have been purely legendary. Mesopotamia is believed to be the origin of the public garden and we’d have to say we don’t disagree.

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[cannedpossums]

I want to study perfume so I went to Sephora the other day and tried half of their perfume products and compiled my favorites in a list lol

On this journey I discovered I love love love leather

Jo Malone:

Red hibiscus

Myrrh & tonka

Cypress and grapevine

Hi oki & cedarwood

Candles:

Wood sage & sea salt candle

English pear and freesia

Phlur

Somebody wood

Vanilla skin

The 7 virtues

Coconut sun

Amber vanilla

Vanilla woods

Cherry ambition?

Santa’s Vanille

Lotus pear?

Clean reserve:

Rain

Warm cotton

Kayali:

Fleur majesty rose royale

The wedding silk santal

Tom ford:

Cafe rose

Eau d’ombre leather

Ombré leather (violet, jasmine)

Ombré leather Parfum (violet leaf, cedarwood)

Oud Minerale

Eau de soleil blanc

Noir extreme

Neroli portofino

Electric cherry? (Too sweet, love the jasmine)

Fucking fabulous

Santal blush

Oud wood

Gucci:

Bloom

Flora gorgeous orchid

Gardenia

Magnolia

Jasmine

Dior:

Blooming bouquet

Miss Dior warm florals

Kilian:

Angels share

Paradis

Old fashioned

Don’t be shy?

Sun kissed goddess

Smoking hot?

Born to be unforgettable

[overthinkpiece]

sheets & symphonies

cypress and grapevine,
a scent that lingers in my hair,
memories of the nights
I spend wrapped up in you -
your thighs, my hands,
tangled in sheets,
lips that find their way to hips,
to soft tummies and bare shoulders.

the sound of declarations
made in half-sleep,
slow mornings in harmony
with shower songs,
and the sound of your voice
when you say my name -
a symphony.

[lyralu91]

[mjalti]

Ai am NOT buying any more perfumes in 2024. That’s it: I got Delina and Cypress and Grapevine… and we’re done

[tomhardymyking]

Today 𝗧𝗼𝗺 in "daddy" mood ❤️‍🔥

What a great day it was today 🥰, I was so surprised when I saw the Cypress & Grapevine poster by 𝙅𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 in El Corte Inglés in Madrid that they removed for 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, and I was almost in tears because I thought they weren't going to put it anymore 🤭🥹💖

I hope this isn't the closest I'll ever have him in my city, and that someday he comes here for some reason and I see him walking down its streets 🙏🏻

I'm so proud of him and I love him so much 💓😍💘

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Hoy 𝗧𝗼𝗺 en modo "daddy" ❤️‍🔥

Qué gran día fue hoy 🥰, me llevé una gran sorpresa porque vi el cartel de Cypress & Grapevine de 𝙅𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 en el Corte Inglés de Madrid que quitaron en 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝 y casi se me salían las lágrimas de la emoción porque pensaba que ya no lo iban a poner más 🤭🥹💖

Espero que eso no sea lo más cerca que le voy a tener en mi ciudad y venga algún día para alguna razón y lo vea paseando por sus calles 🙏🏻

Estoy tan orgullosa de él y lo quiero tantísimo 💓😍💘

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[goalhofer]

2024 MLB American League All-Stars Roster

Pitchers

#00 Tyler Anderson (Los Angeles Angels/Las Vegas, Nevada)

#19 Mason Miller (Oakland Athletics/Bethel Park, Pennsylvania)

#29 Tarik Skubal (Detroit Tigers/Kingman, Arizona)

#39 Corbin Burnes (Baltimore Orioles/Bakersfield, California)

#45 Garrett Crochet (Chicago White Sox/Ocean Springs, Mississippi)

#48 Emmanuel Clase (Cleveland Guardians/Río San Juan, DR)

#52 Clay Holmes (New York Yankees/Slocomb, Alabama)

#55 Cole Ragans (Kansas City Royals/Tallahassee, Florida)

#67 Jacob Lugo (Kansas City Royals/Bossier City, Louisiana)

#75 Andrés Muñoz (Seattle Mariners/Los Mochis, Mexico)

#89 Tanner Houck (Boston Red Sox/Collinsville, Illinois)

#93 Kirby Yates (Texas Rangers/Kauai County, Hawaii)

Catchers

#13 Salvador Pérez (Kansas City Royals/Valencia, Venezuela)

#35 Adley Rutschman (Baltimore Orioles/Sherwood, Oregon)

Infielders

#2 Gunnar Henderson (Baltimore Orioles/Selma, Alabama)

#5 Corey Seager (Texas Rangers/Kannapolis, North Carolina)

#6 David Fry (Cleveland Guardians/Grapevine, Texas)

#7 Bobby Witt; Jr. (Kansas City Royals/Colleyville, Texas)

#10 Marcus Semien (Texas Rangers/Berkeley, California)

#11 José Ramírez (Cleveland Guardians/Baní, Dominican Republic)

#12 Jordan Westburg (Baltimore Orioles/New Braunfels, Texas)

#17 Isaac Paredes (Tampa Bay Rays/Hermosillo, Mexico)

#21 Joshua-Douglas Naylor (Cleveland Guardians/Mississauga, ON)

#27 Vladimir Guerrero; Jr. (Toronto Blue Jays/Santiago, DR)

#50 Willi Castro (Minnesota Twins/San Juan, Puerto Rico)

Outfielders

#16 Jarren Duran (Boston Red Sox/Cypress, California)

#22 Juan Soto; Jr. (New York Yankees/Santo Domingo, DR)

#25 Anthony Santander (Baltimore Orioles/Ciudad Agua Blanca, VZ)

#31 Riley Greene (Detroit Tigers/Oviedo, Florida)

#38 Steven Kwan (Cleveland Guardians/Fremont, California)

#44 Yordan Álvarez (Houston Astros/Ciudad Las Tunas, Cuba)

#99 Aaron Judge (New York Yankees/San Joaquin County, CA)

Manager

Bruce Bochy (Texas Rangers/Melbourne, Florida)

[atwaofficial]

Canto III

Near to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches

Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,

Such as the Druids cut down with golden hatchets at Yule-tide,

Stood, secluded and still, the house of the herdsman. A garden

Girded it round about with a belt of luxuriant blossoms,

Filling the air with fragrance. The house itself was of timbers

Hewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted together.

Large and low was the roof; and on slender columns supported,

Rose-wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and spacious veranda,

Haunt of the humming-bird and the bee, extended around it.

At each end of the house, amid the flowers of the garden,

Stationed the dove-cots were, as love's perpetual symbol,

Scenes of endless wooing, and endless contentions of rivals.

Silence reigned o'er the place. The line of shadow and sunshine

Ran near the tops of the trees; but the house itself was in shadow,

And from its chimney-top, ascending and slowly expanding

Into the evening air, a thin blue column of smoke rose.

In the rear of the house, from the garden gate, ran a pathway

Through the great groves of oak to the skirts of the limitless prairie,

Into whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly descending.

Full in his track of light, like ships with shadowy canvas

Hanging loose from their spars in a motionless calm in the tropics,

Stood a cluster of trees, with tangled cordage of grapevines.

Just where the woodlands met the flowery surf of the prairie,

Mounted upon his horse, with Spanish saddle and stirrups,

Sat a herdsman, arrayed in gaiters and doublet of deerskin.

Broad and brown was the face that from under the Spanish sombrero

Gazed on the peaceful scene, with the lordly look of its master.

Round about him were numberless herds of kine, that were grazing

Quietly in the meadows, and breathing the vapory freshness

That uprose from the river, and spread itself over the landscape.

Slowly lifting the horn that hung at his side, and expanding

Fully his broad, deep chest, he blew a blast, that resounded

Wildly and sweet and far, through the still damp air of the evening.

Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattle

Rose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean.

Silent a moment they gazed, then bellowing rushed o'er the prairie,

And the whole mass became a cloud, a shade in the distance.

Then, as the herdsman turned to the house, through the gate of the garden

Saw he the forms of the priest and the maiden advancing to meet him.

Suddenly down from his horse he sprang in amazement, and forward

Rushed with extended arms and exclamations of wonder;

When they beheld his face, they recognized Basil the blacksmith.

Hearty his welcome was, as he led his guests to the garden.

There in an arbor of roses with endless question and answer

Gave they vent to their hearts, and renewed their friendly embraces,

Laughing and weeping by turns, or sitting silent and thoughtful.

Thoughtful, for Gabriel came not; and now dark doubts and misgivings

Stole o'er the maiden's heart; and Basil, somewhat embarrassed,

Broke the silence and said,—"If you came by the Atchafalaya,

How have you nowhere encountered my Gabriel's boat on the bayous?"

Over Evangeline's face at the words of Basil a shade passed.

Tears came into her eyes, and she said, with a tremulous accent,—

"Gone? is Gabriel gone?" and, concealing her face on his shoulder,

All her o'erburdened heart gave way, and she wept and lamented.

Then the good Basil said,—and his voice grew blithe as he said it,—

"Be of good cheer, my child; it is only to-day he departed.

Foolish boy! he has left me alone with my herds and my horses.

Moody and restless grown, and tried and troubled, his spirit

Could no longer endure the calm of this quiet existence.

Thinking ever of thee, uncertain and sorrowful ever,

Ever silent, or speaking only of thee and his troubles,

He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens,

Tedious even to me, that at length I bethought me, and sent him

Unto the town of Adayes to trade for mules with the Spaniards.

Thence he will follow the Indian trails to the Ozark Mountains,

Hunting for furs in the forests, on rivers trapping the beaver.

Therefore be of good cheer; we will follow the fugitive lover;

He is not far on his way, and the Fates and the streams are against him.

Up and away to-morrow, and through the red dew of the morning

We will follow him fast, and bring him back to his prison."

Then glad voices were heard, and up from the banks of the river,

Borne aloft on his comrades' arms, came Michael the fiddler.

Long under Basil's roof had he lived like a god on Olympus,

Having no other care than dispensing music to mortals.

Far renowned was he for his silver locks and his fiddle.

"Long live Michael," they cried, "our brave Acadian minstrel!"

As they bore him aloft in triumphal procession; and straightway

Father Felician advanced with Evangeline, greeting the old man

Kindly and oft, and recalling the past, while Basil, enraptured,

Hailed with hilarious joy his old companions and gossips,

Laughing loud and long, and embracing mothers and daughters.

Much they marvelled to see the wealth of the cidevant blacksmith,

All his domains and his herds, and his patriarchal demeanor;

Much they marvelled to hear his tales of the soil and the climate,

And of the prairie; whose numberless herds were his who would take them;

Each one thought in his heart, that he, too, would go and do likewise.

Thus they ascended the steps, and, crossing the breezy veranda,

Entered the hall of the house, where already the supper of Basil

Waited his late return; and they rested and feasted together.

Over the joyous feast the sudden darkness descended.

All was silent without, and, illuming the landscape with silver,

Fair rose the dewy moon and the myriad stars; but within doors,

Brighter than these, shone the faces of friends in the glimmering lamplight.

Then from his station aloft, at the head of the table, the herdsman

Poured forth his heart and his wine together in endless profusion.

Lighting his pipe, that was filled with sweet Natchitoches tobacco,

Thus he spake to his guests, who listened, and smiled as they listened:—

"Welcome once more, my friends, who long have been friendless and homeless,

Welcome once more to a home, that is better perchance than the old one!

Here no hungry winter congeals our blood like the rivers;

Here no stony ground provokes the wrath of the farmer.

Smoothly the ploughshare runs through the soil, as a keel through the water.

All the year round the orange-groves are in blossom; and grass grows

More in a single night than a whole Canadian summer.

Here, too, numberless herds run wild and unclaimed in the prairies;

Here, too, lands may be had for the asking, and forests of timber

With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses.

After your houses are built, and your fields are yellow with harvests,

No King George of England shall drive you away from your homesteads,

Burning your dwellings and barns, and stealing your farms and your cattle."

Speaking these words, he blew a wrathful cloud from his nostrils,

While his huge, brown hand came thundering down on the table,

So that the guests all started; and Father Felician, astounded,

Suddenly paused, with a pinch of snuff half-way to his nostrils.

But the brave Basil resumed, and his words were milder and gayer:—

"Only beware of the fever, my friends, beware of the fever!

For it is not like that of our cold Acadian climate,

Cured by wearing a spider hung round one's neck in a nutshell!"

Then there were voices heard at the door, and footsteps approaching

Sounded upon the stairs and the floor of the breezy veranda.

It was the neighboring Creoles and small Acadian planters,

Who had been summoned all to the house of Basil the Herdsman.

Merry the meeting was of ancient comrades and neighbors:

Friend clasped friend in his arms; and they who before were as strangers,

Meeting in exile, became straightway as friends to each other,

Drawn by the gentle bond of a common country together.

But in the neighboring hall a strain of music, proceeding

From the accordant strings of Michael's melodious fiddle,

Broke up all further speech. Away, like children delighted,

All things forgotten beside, they gave themselves to the maddening

Whirl of the dizzy dance, as it swept and swayed to the music,

Dreamlike, with beaming eyes and the rush of fluttering garments.

Meanwhile, apart, at the head of the hall, the priest and the herdsman

Sat, conversing together of past and present and future;

While Evangeline stood like one entranced, for within her

Olden memories rose, and loud in the midst of the music

Heard she the sound of the sea, and an irrepressible sadness

Came o'er her heart, and unseen she stole forth into the garden.

Beautiful was the night. Behind the black wall of the forest,

Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the river

Fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight,

Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit.

Nearer and round about her, the manifold flowers of the garden

Poured out their souls in odors, that were their prayers and confessions

Unto the night, as it went its way, like a silent Carthusian.

Fuller of fragrance than they, and as heavy with shadows and night-dews,

Hung the heart of the maiden. The calm and the magical moonlight

Seemed to inundate her soul with indefinable longing;

As, through the garden gate, and beneath the shade of the oak-trees,

Passed she along the path to the edge of the measureless prairie.

Silent it lay, with a silvery haze upon it, and fire-flies

Gleaming and floating away in mingled and infinite numbers.

Over her head the stars, the thoughts of God in the heavens,

Shone on the eyes of man who had ceased to marvel and worship,

Save when a blazing comet was seen on the walls of that temple,

As if a hand had appeared and written upon them, "Upharsin."

And the soul of the maiden, between the stars and the fire-flies,

Wandered alone, and she cried,—"O Gabriel! O my beloved!

Art thou so near unto me, and yet I cannot behold thee?

Art thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does not reach me?

Ah! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie!

Ah! how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands around me!

Ah! how often beneath this oak, returning from labor,

Thou hast lain down to rest and to dream of me in thy slumbers!

When shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about thee?"

Loud and sudden and near the note of a whippoorwill sounded

Like a flute in the woods; and anon, through the neighboring thickets,

Farther and farther away it floated and dropped into silence.

"Patience!" whispered the oaks from oracular caverns of darkness:

And, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh responded, "To-morrow!"

Bright rose the sun next day; and all the flowers of the garden

Bathed his shining feet with their tears, and anointed his tresses

With the delicious balm that they bore in their vases of crystal.

"Farewell!" said the priest, as he stood at the shadowy threshold;

"See that you bring us the Prodigal Son from his fasting and famine,

And, too, the Foolish Virgin, who slept when the bridegroom was coming."

"Farewell!" answered the maiden, and, smiling, with Basil descended

Down to the river's brink, where the boatmen already were waiting.

Thus beginning their journey with morning, and sunshine, and gladness,

Swiftly they followed the flight of him who was speeding before them,

Blown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over the desert.

Not that day, nor the next, nor yet the day that succeeded,

Found they trace of his course, in lake or forest or river,

Nor, after many days, had they found him; but vague and uncertain

Rumors alone were their guides through a wild and desolate Country;

Till, at the little inn of the Spanish town of Adayes,

Weary and worn, they alighted, and learned from the garrulous landlord,

That on the day before, with horses and guides and companions,

Gabriel left the village, and took the road of the prairies.

- Longfellow

[tomhardyitalia]

Ig @jomalonelondon

Paws off the Cypress & Grapevine Body & Hand Wash #MrMalone #TomHardy

[aviculor]

For some reason, artificial bromeliads are both expensive and only available in bulk. It actually seems like one manufacturer has a stranglehold on the market. Shame because one would look lovely in the snake tank I'm envisioning.

Also unfortunate is that wood is something I have to purchase in person for reasons that should be obvious. The image on the site isn't indicative of what I'd be receiving since no two pieces can be the same. Having audited my supply of wood earlier, it's clear that the stuff I scavenge from the nature trail doesn't compare to driftwood or grapevine. Shockingly, it's almost as if what's popular and widely available in pet stores is that way for a reason. But I still maintain that artificial plants from a craft store are superior. Also, soil from a hardware store is leagues better than coco fiber. Cypress mulch would be better than commercial snake bedding if it wasn't so damn hard to get a hold of. It was a smart idea for all of one year.

I also might be better off buying the actual tank in person since the prices I've been looking at are....not great. If I'm going to be bled dry, I at least want it to be when I'm ugrading the snake to a tank size I can't get at Petsmart.