#tenderperennials

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Monday 28 August 2023

At a local flower show there was this wonderful Miniature Flowered Decorative Dahlia cultivar.These tuberous perennials need to grow in a frost free environment.

Jill Raggett

[iplantsman]

I cannot recall which Nemesia this is as it was bought as a tender bedding variety, but it has come through the winter with aplomb and is significantly more impressive this year than last. . I like it as it is an ‘off’ colour, not very intense or vibrant. A pretty, but dull-ish red-pink. Not quite what I call a ‘muddy colour’ but not far away. I like a number of these muddy/antique coloured flowers. . Great little flowerer too . #nemesia #beddingplants #garden #tenderperennials #gardens #iplantsman #gardening #containergardening #mygarden #gardenista #easytogrow #pink #yellow #purple (at Crowborough, East Sussex) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAvbQRsgasl/?igshid=1qnpejx9zar9a

[plews]

A sunny flower for a dark #wintersolstice - Canna 'tropicana gold' for late summer & autumn flowers. In sheltered areas on well-drained soil it should stand overwinter to flower the following year #tenderperennials #gardendesigner

[regulus-arctuurus-blog]

You Brew My Coffee (This Means Something) -- tenderperennials

He hated it when Lily Evans made her presence known. He didn’t have very high hopes when she’d suddenly decided to bring her sister along as well. Lily was practically insufferable as it was, how could her sister be any better? If he took the time to truly think about it, he’d have realized that this line of thinking was precisely what he would not want people to think about himself and Sirius, but they were the exception, whereas this muggle could only be part of the rule.

He hadn’t watched the interview with Edward Tonks wherein she’d attempted to out their entire world to the general public of muggles, but he’d heard all about the fallout. At the time that it had happened he’d merely chalked it up to background noise, his own plans forming while he’d struggled with the gravity of what he was about to do. It was only now that he was comfortably hidden away from the rest of the world that he was able to take the time to process all of the things that he’d deemed background noise in the months leading up to his trip into the Crystal Cave… But he knew. He knew now that she was the one that threatened them all.

He also knew that the tee shirts that Sirius and James had provided for him left the mark on his arm in plain view. It throbbed continuously, making itself a constant presence. He knew what the Death Eaters had done to the Evans family. He’d been left out of that particular… excursion, but it didn’t make him feel the guilt any less as he glanced over his shoulder at the girls. Family was important, and while he might not know very much about muggles and how they went about their affairs, he could only assume that they felt as strongly about their own family as he did his. He didn’t want to think about what he would have felt if anyone had dared to attack his Mother or Father.

He found some solace in doing things without magic in the house. Certainly it took time away from research, but it typically gave him time to think. When the girls arrived he had been up to his elbows in suds, washing the dishes. His mind had quickly gone from thoughts of the horcrux to what they’d gone through, despite his distaste for them. Typically, he tried his best to ignore anyone else when they entered, but this time he found himself glancing back yet again at the muggle.

“I’ll put on some tea,” he said quietly, the first time he’d ever made that offer, sure that the gesture was his attempt at some kind of extension of an olive branch. He didn’t know if things were reversed if the offer would have meant anything to him, or if she even knew the connection between the mark on his arm and what she’d gone through, but the only thing that it symbolized now was regret. “Unless you’d prefer coffee?”