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This rose ‘The Fairy’, while very pretty, is hateful. Tiny thorns that catch at you and leave you bleeding. It lives in the Wild Garden at Wave Hill and I had a few run ins with it in the time I was there. The damn thing is lucky it is pretty or …

onceuponawildflower

#garden #pretty #photo #hhh

shsltriviachamp-blog

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning.

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Alice thought the other girl’s hat was simply splendid, and tentatively reached out a finger to touch it before quickly withdrawing when she started talking so that she could focus on her words.

Listening, the short girl looked slightly dejected, mumbling quietly. “Alice didn’t really know what to say to the girl, because Alice, no matter how hard she wished she could, simply couldn’t remember a thing.”

Her head perked up when she heard the girl introduce herself, a smile reasserting herself. “Well, that seems a perfectly galumptious sort of name, if I may say so! I’m Alice Wormwood.”

Seeing the other girl’s hand extended, she thought carefully about what to do with it for a second. Slightly confused, she tentatively took a hold of the girl’s hand, and awkwardly and slowly moved it back to the girl’s side, before letting go and smiling as if she’d done something perfectly natural/

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Poppy watched with curiosity as the girl reached out to touch her hat. The nervous smile on her face warmed up a little more. Maybe she liked her silly hat? She hoped so! Everyone else made her feel like it was the most ridiculous thing in existence, but she loved it, more than words could express. Her head cocked when the girl began to mumble to herself. Was she... Narrating her own thoughts? Like a book? She kept her laughter to herself, and simply widened her smile. "Ahh! It's nice to meet you, Alice!" She watched as the girl grasped her hand and moved it back to her side. Maybe she was from a foreign country and had no idea what a handshake was...? Poppy opened her mouth to say something, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Well! Would you like to explore this place with me? I've really got no idea where to even begin!!"

#ic #text #current

shsltriviachamp-blog

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning.

Alice was staring very intently at a painting of a woman, hoping that if she stared long enough, the painting would blink first. So far, this hadn’t been the case, but Alice was sure it would happen eventually. Alice had always found staring contests a fantastically novel idea ever since a boy she’d known had explained the concept to her.

He’d been a very funny boy, Alice thought to herself as she stared into the painted eyes on the wall. He’d always seemed to be having some sort of staring contest with her, with the way he’d stare into her eyes, but all thoughts of her past were cut aside when someone very rudely made a noise nearby and caused her to lose concentration.

Turning to face the person, she smiled cheerily, all thoughts of staring contests out of her mind as the exciting feeling of meeting someone new washed over her.

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Poppy smiled at the girl shyly and pushed herself up off the floor, approaching her with caution. She was a small looking girl, with eyes that looked like they had a thousand and one stories hiding inside. It made her feel warmer, more comfortable all ready. That smile on her face had already made Poppy feel a little more comfortable, a little less shy. She brought her hands up, fiddling with the edge of her hat. "Ah, sorry for disturbing you! You looked so deep in thought but, uhm..." Her fingers fell away from her hat and she began to approach. "Do you know where we are...? I..." She looked around the room. "Have no idea and... Maybe you might?" Poppy laughed a little nervously, looking down to the floor. They were probably the same as her. Confused, disorientated and somewhat cold. This room had been freezing when she woke up! Like someone had locked her in a freezer to die-- She pushed the thought from her head in an instant. With that, Poppy looked back up.

"Sorry! How rude! I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Poppy! Poppy York! And you are?" She extended her hand to the young woman in front of her.

#ic #current #text

shslvnist

when u rp celebrates hte quality characters

when you remember u rp is all about killing hte quality characters

#ooc #more like WHY DO THIS TO ME #text

Sleep, Silence and Powerful Sedatives {Open for The Iron Bell}

It was quiet, to begin with. Poppy remembered feeling like she was floating, drifting away in a sea of sleep, silence and powerful sedatives. Then sounds, and smells began to build up around her, and light began to press against her eyelids, encouraging her to open them. She could feel something cold and hard underneath her. Did she fall asleep in the greenhouse again? This was becoming a far too frequent occurrence. It was then she became dimly aware that this was not her greenhouse, that the scents she was smelling was not that of fertilizer and soil, but disinfectant and people. Did people have a smell? They must have – she did recognise it after all. Groggily, she opened her eyes, peering at the person to the left of her. She didn’t recognise them. They too, were sleeping just like she had been but… What if they weren’t? What if they were…? The thought made her heart race a thousand times faster. She had to check… Poppy reached out, brushing her fingers across their cheek. Still warm, still alive, thank god. With that confirmed, Poppy shifted and rolled onto her back, staring up into harsh, artificial lighting. Where the hell was she? Slowly, she sat up. An ache was throbbing in the back of her skull, making her want to close her eyes and lie back down again. But, not before she noticed a small handful of others – three boys, and three girls – were sitting up, looking around the room. She ran her fingers through her curls, which had already knotted. How long had she been sleeping? Poppy shook that thought from her head. First, and foremost, she had to know where she was, what was happening and where the closes garden was. She had to prioritize after all! Poppy reached for her hat on the floor beside her, brushing it off and sticking it back onto her head. It felt foreign not to wear it. Another sweeping glance around the room lead her to notice a number of paintings adoring the walls, most of which were depictions of beautiful women, and powerful men. She rolled her eyes. Plants were a much classier subject to paint! The people around the room seemed to be distracted, investigating the room and each other. They too, were unknown to her. Their faces were unfamiliar, but all were around her age. Maybe they were here for the same reason she was? She wanted to ask, but found the words catching in her throat. ‘Who are you? Why are we here?’ Poppy was dying to know the answer, but the words didn’t seem to form. It was funny, really, to be feeling so shy in a room full of sleeping people. She turned her attention, briefly counting the remaining bodies on the floor, the ones who had not woken yet. One, two, three… She drank them in, the curves of their bodies, the rise and fall of their chests. Thirteen people were still asleep, and seven (including herself) were awake. She cleared her throat shyly. “A-Ah… Hello there…!”A nervous smile graced her lips, to match the nervous greeting. “Do… you know where we are?”

#IC #open #tib open #text

j-giblin

#COWS #SO CUTE #photo

gardengallery

#HOW DO PEOPLE NOT LOVE GARDENS #a passionate play by poppy york #ooc: more like poppy dork #photo #garden

gardengallery

#pretty!!#flowers #photo

gardengallery

#gardens #vegetable #photo

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Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland

The annual parade of the cows with flower head wear and large cow bells hung around their necks. Everywhere in Lauterbrunnen you can hear the ding-dongs of the bells. And every now and again one of the cow decides to stop and eat something that looks appealing on the side of the road…

#COWS #AND #FLOWER CROWNS #!?!?!?!?!!!!!#yes.#photo