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alxixi · 7 months ago

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‘What are you going to do this weekend?’ Seymour asked, holding out a blue ribbon to Audrey.

The two of them sat in his basement. The shop had long since closed, but Audrey had promised to show him how to tie bouquets beautifully. Not that she needed extra help with that now, God knows they'd never have so many customers6 that they'd need help. Still, Seymour wanted to learn how to do something useful.

So far, he'd only watched. His first seven attempts hadn't been entirely successful, so he decided he'd rather sit back and watch someone with more professionalism do it.

‘Oh, you know,’ she tried to focus on the ribbon in her hands, ’different things, how about you?’

Audrey didn't like weekends, they were days filled with longing or silence. She used to have a radio, but Orin had broken it a week ago, he said he was annoyed by the sound. She didn't buy a new one, either in fear of Orin or because she didn't want her favourite thing to be broken again.

‘The usual,’ Seymour shrugged slightly, ’I'll read my books, and tend to the flowers.’

It sounded so dull and stale that Seymour was still wondering why would someone like Audrey want to talk to him.

He looked at her, her face was focused, she always stuck her tongue out slightly when she was doing something important. not that he would fixate on her lips much, but it was a fact he noticed. Seymour thought it was cute.

‘Look,’ exclaimed Audrey enthusiastically turning another neatly tied bow towards him, ’now it's your turn, and remember, the important thing is not to get it too tight.’

It was easier said than done. Seymour felt his fingers begin to twitch, and if Audrey noticed it, she didn't say a word.

‘What are you reading now?’

‘What?’

‘You said you were going to read, what book?’

Seymour thought it was getting too hot in his usually very cold basement. Too hot.

‘Oh, well,’ he pointed a still trembling finger at the book that lay on his pillow, ’this one.’

‘Can I see it?’

How could he refuse her when she looked at him like that?

The slightly worn brown book was soon in Audrey's hands. The Encyclopaedia of Exotic Plants.

‘Can you read to me? While I finish up here with the bouquets?’

Who the hell pulled your tongue, Seymour Krelborn!

Well, it's officially in the book of his most embarrassing behaviour. That's probably gonna be number one.

He expected her to laugh, say something about how weird he was and walk away, but instead she just said:

‘Sure...’

Audrey flipped through the pages for a while, looking for something that would catch her attention. It was hard to really concentrate on the words, her eyes kept returning to Seymour. He looked so cute in his big glasses and with the dark curls that fell across his forehead. A strange feeling pinched inside her chest. At times she still wondered how someone as nice as Seymour could be stuck in a place like Skid Row. He wasn't supposed to be here.

So, she started: ‘Oxalis versicolor is a herbaceous perennial species belonging to the family Oxalidaceae commonly known as candy cane sorrel or striped oxalis, . It is characterized by its geophytic growth habit, forming a clump of small, trifoliate leaves that are pinnately compound. The plant exhibits actinomorphic, pentamerous flowers, which are tubular to funnel-shaped. The corolla consists of five white petals with distinctive crimson to magenta margins, a feature attributed to the anthocyanin pigments concentrated at the petal edge…’

‘Do they really look like candy?’

Audrey looked up at him again. He looked slightly surprised, and interested at the same time.

‘Seems to me, yeah, here, look’ Audrey turned the book fully round so he could get a better look at the drawing on the page.

A delicate flower, and truthfully remind him of something or someone sweet, ‘it's nice.’

While he stared at the illustration, Audrey looked at the ribbon in his hand. He'd failed, again. But she didn't bother to tell him, instead pulling her chair a little closer to him and continuing to read aloud.

From that day on, it became something along the lines of their little tradition.

Even while she was working on the bouquets, Seymour would read to her about plants. At lunchtime, the two of them would sit like schoolchildren, looking at different illustrations, imagining what a flower would smell like, what its leaves would feel like, how it would look up close.

Seymour had never said it out loud, but he thought Audrey realised how much it meant to him to have these little get-togethers. In his heart, he hoped it meant something to her, too.

And all would be fine, but by Seymour's reckoning, and his meagre home library, this activity would soon cease.

They'd be done reading by September.

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I really don't know what to call it lol but it was fun to write. oh, and I also, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, please don't hesitate to write to me)))

oh, and thanks for your feedback, it realy means a lot to me

#little shop of horrors #lsoh #audrey fulquard #audrey lsoh #seymour krelborn #seymour lsoh

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k0r4l-pl4nts · 5 months ago

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Oxalis wishlist

O. oregana (redwood sorrel)

O. versicolor (striped-flowered wood sorrel)

O. adenophylla (sauer klee)

Currently owned

O. tetraphylla 'iron cross' (oxalis iron cross)

O. triangularis subsp. pappilionacea (purpleleaf false shamrock)

#house plants #indoor plants #koral’s plants #Oxalis #wishlist

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lazydefendorsublime · 8 months ago

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■Oxalis versicolor

옥살리스 버시컬러는 남아프리카가 원산지인 다년생 식물로, 흔히 '사탕꽃'이라는 이름으로 알려져 있습니다. 이 꽃은 작고 섬세한 흰색 꽃잎을 가지고 있으며, 가장자리에는 붉은 띠가 둘러져 있어 사탕을 연상하게 합니다. 꽃이 피지 않았을 때는 붉은색 줄무늬가 돋보이는 봉오리 모양을 하고 있으며, 햇빛이 강한 날에만 활짝 피는 특징을 가지고 있습니다. 옥살리스 버시컬러는 가을과 겨울에 주로 개화하며, 추운 계절에도 아름다운 색감을 더해주는 매력적인 식물입니다. 관리가 쉬워 가정 정원이나 실내 화분으로도 적합하며, 적절한 햇빛과 배수가 잘 되는 토양을 제공하면 건강하게 자랄 수 있습니다.

#시니어디지털나눔터 #풀꽃치유산업연구소 #치유마을 #김동영강사

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agavex · 3 years ago

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Oxalis versicolor. January 2022.

#oxalis #plants #flowers #photography #agavex #2022 #s9

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sunflowersareonfire · 2 years ago

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Nature Memo #1

I decided to go on a little adventure over the weekend since I had three days off (I generally work on the weekends and am almost always on-call for crisis situations). I picked up a new journal so that I could collect plant samples and press them. I've been intending to do this for way too long (2011) but have not gotten around to doing it until now.

I find nature to be mesmerizing and way too often taken for granted. Parks are great, and those with unpaved nature trails are even better. But even then, they are taken for granted.

In any event, below are the list of observations that I made. This is incomplete because I did not include the trees and shrubs that were observed. Of the 29 listed items below, 10 were ones that I had not previously recorded, so I'm pretty excited about that. The total number of living species (plants, insects, birds, reptiles, fungi, arachnids, mammals, fish, mollusks, amphibians, and other species) that I have recorded (as in, photographed, dated, and confirmed the species of) is now 276.

Plants observed (all pressed!)

Oxalis triangularis, False Shamrock

Narcissus poeticus, Poet’s Narcissus

Achillea millefolium, Common Yarrow

Muscari neglectum, Grape Hyacinth

Galium aparine, Catchweed Bedstraw

Stellaria media, Common Chickweed

Oxalis violacea, Violet Woodsorrel

Vinca minor, Lesser Periwinkle

Bowlesia incana, Hoary Bowlesia

Narcissus tazetta, Bunch-flowered Daffodil

Veronica persica, Bird’s-eye Speedwell

Valerianella locusta, Common Cornsalad

Allium vineale, Wild Garlic

Cardamine hirsuta, Hairy Bittercress

Ranunculus hispidus, Bristly Buttercup

Ornithogalum umbellatum, Common Star-of-Bethlehem

Houstonia pusilla, Tiny Bluet

Viola bicolor, American Field Pansy

Claytonia virginica, Virginia Spring Beauty

Insects observed

Camponotus pennsylvanicus, Black Carpenter Ant

Papilio rutulus, Western Tiger Swallowtail (Butterfly)

Coleomegilla maculata, Spotted Pink Ladybeetle

Polistes Carolina, Red Wasp

Eurema lisa, Little Yellow (Butterfly)

Celastrina ladon, Spring Azure (Butterfly)

Amphibians observed

Pseudacris crucifer, Spring Pepper (Frog)

Fungi observed

Trametes versicolor, Turkey-tail

Cladonia evansii, Evan’s Deer Moss

Arachnids observed

Oxyopes salticus, Striped Lynx Spider

Next step is to let the pressed plans dry, followed by labeling, dating, notes on GPS coordinates for each sample, as well as information on whether it it is edible, seasonal growth, and if I am feeling particularly brave I will attempt to draw them.

All of these samples were taken in Arkansas between Siloam Springs, Pea Ridge National Battlefield, and Bella Vista.

#plants #pressing plants #hiking #arkansas nature #oklahoma nature #pea ridge national battlefield #insects #fungi #arachnids #amateur naturalist #biology #personal #nature memo #nerd #nerd alert #nerd stuff

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sempergrower · 4 years ago

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Oxalis versicolor

Photo by K. Andersen

#oxalis #gaygardener #rock garden #alpingarden #alpinium #plantblr #plantlife #garden

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supremeuppityone · 5 years ago

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Written for Klaroline Valentine's Day Bingo 2020 @kcvalentinesbingo

Prompt: “His name is NOT ‘Cupid McDimples’!”

Author’s note: This is the much-requested sequel to Chapter 67: The Best Safety Plan, found in my Klaroline series, A Beautiful Symmetry.

Please review here.

It started with a dozen candy cane sorrels delivered in an exquisite crystal vase.

“Oxalis versicolors?! Those have to be shipped in from South Africa!”

Caroline rolled her eyes at Bonnie, doing her best to fight back a silly grin as she read the note from Klaus: Thinking of you. She still wasn’t sure what to think of their encounter with the hot weirdo in the woods who thinks he’s an immortal Viking hybrid something with fangs who buried Damon’s body for them in exchange for a date with her. And he’s probably a psycho killer. And a week ago she was worried her life had become dull.

And then he sent a platinum and diamond encrusted charm bracelet. From the exclusive Arcadius flame logo, she probably could’ve funded her and Bonnie’s practice for the next year if she pawned it. It was beautifully designed and somehow perfectly tailored to her background and tastes — from the miniature eye chart and glasses charms to the scrolled letter ‘C’, her sapphire birthstone, and, surprisingly, a raven. How the hell did he know “The Raven” was her favorite poem?

“Cupid McDimples is stepping up his game,” Bonnie teased as she eyed the shiny bracelet. “Can’t wait to see what he has planned for your date. Well, our date since I’m going with you in case he actually is a crazy murderer and we need to get all shovel-happy again.”

“His name is NOT Cupid McDimples! He’s a random lunatic we ran into and it’s entirely possible he wants to wear our skin. And damn right you’re going with me since you’re the one who suggested I go on the date in the first place AFTER he admitted to being in the woods for a body dump. Come to think of it, shovels might be a good idea.” Letting out along-suffering sigh, she added, “Of course someone that attractive would have some glaring defects.”

“Not to throw stones, but you two lovelies were traipsing about the woods for the same reason,” Klaus’ amused voice suddenly interrupted, startling them both. With a dimpled smirk, he held out two shovels, cheekily topped by frilly pink bows. “In case you decide to end our date by getting ‘shovel-happy’.”

Seriously? There was no reason for her heart to be fluttering like this over a pair of shovels. And yet it was. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so charmed. “Are you always so considerate with your dates?”

“Honestly, I can’t recall the last date I went on,” he remarked, his accented voice warm and inviting. “Does sharing a glass of champagne with one of the chambermaids at Tuileries count as a date? We were having a rather lovely time before the Parisian mob invaded and the royals marked it as a prudent time to flee.”

“You’re seriously talking about the French Revolution. Like you were there,” Caroline replied flatly, throwing an exasperated glance at Bonnie.

Swinging her shovel up until the handle rested on a shoulder, Bonnie muttered, “Why the hell not? Caroline’s last date was convinced a powerful secret society is running the Starbucks franchise, which is why they’re on every corner.”

Favoring him with a wink, Caroline kept a grip on her shovel while linking her other arm with his. “I do enjoy a good nervous breakdown.”

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There was a delicious-looking meal set out in the auditorium. She’d been surprised when Klaus drove them to a community theater, and immediately squealed when she saw they were performing a series of Poe’s works. “Poe is my favorite author! I had no idea this was going on.”

She could’ve sworn the tips of his ears turned red and his voice was a bit tight as he said, “Yes, well, what a coincidence.” As a handsome man with a blinding white smile stepped out of the shadows, he nodded his head at Bonnie and said, “I brought along Marcel to keep you company. Marcel is a...friend.”

Bonnie studied the stranger skeptically, but Caroline also noticed a flicker of interest in her friend’s gaze. So, clearly she wasn’t the only one who had terrible taste in men. “And I suppose Marcel’s a werewolf-vampire Viking too?”

“Actually, I was a plantation slave in Louisiana. Just a little over 200 now,” Marcel replied silkily, with enough of a flirty undertone that Bonnie’s eye twitched.

Caroline snorted, telling her friend, “See? I told you all the hot ones were crazy.”

Marcel threw back his head, laughing. “I’ve been perfectly sane for years now. The Quarter Coven isn’t nearly as powerful as they think.”

As Klaus held out a chair for Caroline, he wryly answered, “Now, let’s not be too hasty — you weren’t under a spell when you summoned my father to try to kill me after you returned from World War I.”

Seriously?! French Revolution. Werewolf-vampire Viking. Plantation slave. Witch coven. World War I. Caroline exchanged a look with Bonnie, in which they wordlessly weighed the hot-to-crazy ratio of their dates and decided to just roll with it. Besides, the dating pool was far too shallow in their little town to be overly picky. What’s a bit of crazy between friends?

The antique sconces along the walls began to flash, signaling the performance would begin soon despite the empty theater. Confused, Caroline leaned over to whisper in Klaus’ ear, “Are we early? Where’s the rest of the audience?”

Marcel gleefully explained, “Klaus bought out the whole place. In fact, he actually hired them to—”

“Try the saffron crab cakes, Marcel. It seems your mouth needs to be occupied,” Klaus interrupted, cheeks slightly pink as he couldn’t quite meet Caroline’s inquisitive gaze.

Was Marcel going to reveal that Klaus paid an acting troupe to perform Poe’s works because he was her favorite author? Seriously?! The last date she went on wanted her to reimburse him for the drinks because she ended the date early after he told her that he and his twin sister just loved blondes and ‘shared everything’. “You’re really setting the bar high for our second date,” she told Klaus, enjoying the hopeful gleam in his gray eyes.

“Second date? That’s quite forward of you, sweetheart,” he teased. “I’ll need a bit more wooing before I agree to a second date.”

She couldn’t help but return his impish grin. “Then I probably need to figure out your favorite author.”

“I’m quite fond of Chaucer. Now, he’s heralded as one of the greatest English poets of the Middle Ages, but in his time, kept getting into quarrels with those who believed legitimate literature should be written only in French or Latin. I might’ve had a compelling argument in ensuring his proper burial at Westminster Abbey.”

Caroline rolled her eyes as she replied, “And after that, you gave Columbus directions and helped Henry VIII hire a divorce lawyer.”

He chuckled, caressing her hand with his thumb. His voice low and seductive as he murmured, “You are a delight.”

Nearly identical snorts came from Bonnie and Marcel’s table, but Caroline couldn’t be bothered as her heart did that fluttery thing again while Klaus looked at her. Onstage, the red velvet curtains rose to reveal a cozy fireplace and an actor in a wingback chair. From the ominous bird perched on the bookcase overhead, it looked like she’d be treated to her favorite poem first.

Since it was Poe, the shrill screams backstage seemed to blend perfectly with the foreboding atmosphere, and it wasn’t until the sounds of furniture breaking and muted thuds against walls reached her ears that Caroline realized something was wrong. The lone actor who’d been sitting in the chair seemed paralyzed with fear as a pale young man strutted onto the stage, a single trail of blood at the corner of his mouth.

If it wasn’t for the blood, Caroline would’ve dismissed him as another pretty boy who’d never love anyone as much as he loved himself. The supercilious curl of his smile gave her chills — not to mention the black veins that crawled underneath his eyes. Plus, there were fangs. Actual fangs.

“Klaus, I’ve come for your kingdom — and your head,” he proclaimed with a snarling hiss.

Wow. Apparently monsters are a thing. Caroline couldn’t help her knee-jerk reaction as she blurted out, “So, werewolf-vampire Viking or plantation slave?”

Although clearly in shock, Bonnie managed to reply, “Probably not plantation slave.”

Klaus snickered, seemingly pleased by the women’s ability to keep a sense of humor during this bizarre situation. “Actually, Lucien’s just an upstart stable boy.”

As Klaus and Marcel both bared their fangs, leaping onto the stage to face off with Lucien in a whoosh of air that was impossible to comprehend, Caroline started thinking that maybe those shovels would come in handy after all.

#kcvalentinesdaybingo #klaroline fanfic #klaroline #klaroline aesthetic #aesthetic #awkward klaus with his grand gestures #kcvalentinesbingo #supernatural shenanigans #uppitybitch fanfic

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