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phildendron · 9 months

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Thunbergia

The Thunbergia plants are prized by plant enthusiasts & gardeners for their lovely flowers & beautiful foliage. This thunbergia plant named after the Sweden Botanist Carl Peter Thunberg for his immense work in the documentation of Thunbergia plant species.

Plant Growth Habit

This plants are excellent creepers & flowering plants belongs to the Acanthaceae family with vibrant color flowers. This plant commonly named as clock vine & sky flower.

Sky Flower

The attractive sky flower plants contain 100+ plant varieties. Flower colors are blue, white, orange & yellow. This plant has a bushy & semi-climbing structure with a woody stem. Feathery flowers appear with yellow or center. In addition to this

it is fast growing plant that reaches up to a height of 6ft from the ground.

Clock Vine

The clock vine plant's popular varieties are thunbergia grandiflora, thunbergia erecta, natalensis, alata & dwarf varities.

Thunbergia grandiflora

The grandiflora plants are native to India with large leaf foliage with lavender color flowers. Long roots with deep tap root system. It comes under annual plants.

Thunbergia natalensis

It is fast growing creeper plant with white & light blue colored flowers. And the plants are native to Africa. Thunbergia natalensis has trumpet-shaped flowers that are commonly called natal blue & natal white flowers.

Thunbergia erecta

It is a twinning erect perennial shrub with ovate dark green leaves & velvety purple flowers. It is also rapidly growing creeper plants.

Soil

The Bush clock vine plant loves to grow in well-drained soil rich in organic matter. These plants tolerate a wide range of soil but avoid growing in heavy clay soils.

Benefits

These bush clock vine thunbergia plants are great for foundations, borders, beds, hedges & other landscape values.

There are no serious pest, disease & nematode issues for this creeper plant.

The Thunbergia erecta plants used in the treatment of anxiety, depression & insomnia issues.

Bush clock vine has anti-oxidant & anti-inflammatory properties

The creeper plants grow on walls, trellises, fences, and other plants. And they are popular in gardens as they add visual interest and provide good greenery look.

There is no alternate for Green so far!

Thunbergia creeper plants

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#thunbergia natalensis #Thunbergia erecta #It is a twinning erect perennial shrub with ovate dark green leaves & velvety purple flowers. It is also rapidly growing creeper plants.#thunbergia erecta #Soil #The Bush clock vine plant loves to grow in well-drained soil rich in organic matter. These plants tolerate a wide range of soil but avoid g #thunbergia grandiflora soil #Potting Mix- Garden soil+30-40% compost +steamed bone meal +20% of cocopeat if needed alone.#steamed bone meal for clock vine #Water Requirement #Watering the plants regularly helps to grow healthy plants means keeping the soil moist. But the sky flower plants cannot tolerate waterlog #watering for sky flower #Sunlight #The bush clock vine plant thrives well in full direct sunlight with partial shade.#clock vine #Pot Size #This creeper plant requires a pot size of 6-8'' while planting. After one of planting change the pot size to 12'' with good drainage holes.#sky flower poting #Propagation #The thunbergia varieties are easily propagated through stem cuttings. Select the non-flowering #healthy stem and make a clean cut just below a node. Gently remove the lower leaves from the plants. And place the plant cuttings in a plan #thunbergia grandiflora propagation #Pruning #Regular pruning helps to keep the plants in a compact structure.#pruning of sky flower #Fertilizer #Application of any organic compost monthly once or twice around the plants helps to grow bushy.#compost for thunbergia #Benefits #These bush clock vine thunbergia plants are great for foundations

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cselandscapearchitect · 10 months

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Selecting the Right Pot Size and When to Repot Houseplants

For many of us, tending to houseplants is a therapeutic endeavor that brings both joy and a sense of accomplishment. The vibrancy and vitality of these domesticated pieces of nature can significantly enhance the ambiance of our living spaces. However, successful houseplant cultivation involves more than just regular watering and exposure to sunlight. An often overlooked, yet vitally important…

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#growing houseplants #house plant myths #houseplant #pot #pot size #repotting

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swordsandholly · 6 days

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Across The Way

Ch. 2: And So It Begins

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Summary: You go to Scotland with high hopes for your future. After all, you have the bakery you always dreamed of and a whole new life to live. Plus, the men who own the butcher’s shop across the street seem nice.

A/N: I got this out a lot faster than I thought I would. Hopefully my work doesn’t get too insane and I can get the next out in a timely manner - it’s going to be a bigger one!

“You were right.” Simon carefully cuts through the loaf with a serrated knife. He’s never lost his skill with them, despite their uses becoming increasingly more domestic over the years. It’s charming, in a way - the juxtaposition of where they started and where they are now.

“Right about whit?” Johnny asks.

“She is a pretty little thing.”

“Donnae tell me I need tae be worried about ye sneakin’ off at work.” He jokes. Simon would never, of course, but it’s fun to see the way his cheeks heat up at the implication. Without his mask he wears every expression with reckless abandon.

Simon settles his large frame into the seat across from Johnny at the dining table. It’s small, they don’t need much. The chairs always creak under Simon’s weight in an almost threatening fashion. He pushes a plate with two pieces of the bread and some eggs over to Johnny. There’s an odd tug in his chest when he picks up the slice - an urge to be gentle as he spreads butter over it. Gentility is not a compulsion he feels often.

“S’good.” Simon mutters around his bite.

Johnny nods along after taking one himself. There’s love in it - he can tell. A piece carefully crafted with only absolute perfection in mind. How strange that food can carry such a feeling.

“Was a wee bit worried we’d be stuck across from the nicest, worst baker in the world.” He mutters.

Simon huffs out a half laugh.

~~~

Your first week goes by in a blur. For a small town they sure do manage to keep you busy. It’s good, you remind yourself. Better than none. If you keep it up at this rate you’ll be able to hire help by the end of the summer quarter.

By Monday, the first day of your “weekend”, you’re overdone. Head dizzy and body exhausted, you spend the day in bed. It’s a gratifying exhaustion, one you hope to build more of a tolerance for. As of now, though, you elect to remain deeply buried under the covers.

When you wake for a second time the sun is already near setting again. The entirety of Monday slunk by with you in bed. You grumble to yourself angrily like an old man. You wanted to unpack today - to at least get your clothes and kitchen items put away.

“Stupid.” You grouse. At least you still have time to shower, you suppose.

As you stand the world blacks out for a moment, your body swaying in place. You allow yourself to fall back on the bed, sitting while your vision slowly comes back into focus. Blinking away black dots and off squiggles that dance across your eyes. On attempt number two you manage it, making your way to the bathroom.

The work is worth it. The pain is worth it.

This is what you always wanted, after all.

You are happy. You can feel it in your bones. They’re lighter than they used to be - your whole body thrums with excited energy even as you have to lower yourself with the upmost care into the shower seat. Even as you have to scrape one of the cheap fold out chairs you managed to get over to the stove while you cook a late night dinner. Thank god for low counters.

When you were arranging your schedule it took a while to get it perfected. To compensate for your body you have to have time to rest and be able to do a lot of baking preparation before the work week starts. Monday and Tuesday are for rest. Wednesdays are for prep. The shop is closed but you’re in the back working your ass off mixing and kneading and shaping doughs. As well as practicing new recipes you want to add to the store’s line up eventually. Your goal is to sell American biscuits, preferably in batches of six, but those take a lot of work and don’t keep as long. They’ll have to wait until you have hired help.

It’s all chance and whatever you can manage to make happen. You learned to be okay with that, though.

You’ve got plenty of spoons, you tell yourself. Just need to use them wisely.

When you finally close the fridge, now fully stocked with dough ready to proof and bake, you check the clock. It’s still the early afternoon. You finished sooner than you assumed you might. The thought makes you giddy - makes you feel accomplished.

It makes you feel normal.

As you exit into the warm spring sun you take a moment. Ever since you arrived you haven’t been able to just stop. To just take everything in - let the foreign air fill your lungs and the aura of the town sink into your bones.

It’s a lovely little main street that you’re located on. The building to your left is a large family owned pharmacy (very convenient for you) and to your right is an empty brick building. It looks like a former post office, but from what you know the current post office is a few blocks down beside the grocers. It’s quaint, the lot of it.

Your eyes settle on the shop across from yours housed in a simple brick building painted white. The upstairs is an apartment much like yours, you think, but from what you know it currently remains empty. The sign above the door reads A Cut Above the Rest. You wonder if that was Simon or Johnny’s doing.

Would it be weird to go in? You suppose not, after all they came to yours. It’s only fair you give them some patronage as well. Plus you need to ask how the bread was. Hopefully they liked it - you realized halfway through the night that you didn’t even ask if they like sourdough before shoving it into their hands.

That thought kept you up later than you’d like to admit.

You look both ways down the street. This particular spot doesn’t have a crosswalk but the road is so dead even when the downtown is busy you figure it’s worth risking. The lack of danger doesn’t stop you from fast-walking across, though.

The shop’s old-fashioned door bell chimes prettily as you push it open. For a butcher it smells extremely clean - almost clinical. It’s small, with an L shaped display counter and a register at the end nearest the door. Packages of sausage links and the like hang on displays across the back wall. Beside the wooden saloon doors that lead behind the counter is a little dog bed with a very well crafted name plate reading Riley hanging right above it.

So cute.

“Afternoon.” Simon appears from the back, wiping his hands on a rag. You jump a little, so lost in taking in your surroundings you forgot what you came here for.

“H-hi!” You smile. You forgot how intimidating Simon is. His gaze levels you - pins you underneath him like a fly under a swatter. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic. “I thought I’d come check your shop out and ask how the bread was?”

“It was good.” He replies bluntly. Totally monotone. The corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. You decide that’s it’s a smile - whether that’s the reality of his expression or not.

“It’s really nice in here.” You look around. There isn’t much for decoration. The walls are too covered in menus and diagrams of cuts to leave room for anything extra. There’s a shelf of odds and ends opposite the main counter full of high end mustards and condiments. Little things to go with whatever you could think to make out of the varieties of meat they offer.

“Thanks.” Simon nods. “One moment.”

You watch with curiosity and a slight frown as he makes his way into the back. He almost has to duck under the doorway. Old buildings with low ceilings and all that. The place definitely wasn’t made with a six foot plus behemoth in mind. You continue to look around, rocking back and forth on your heels. They have a perfect score on their inspectors plaque. You might not know Simon well, but he seems the type to be absolutely precise about everything. The score doesn’t surprise you.

Yours is almost perfect - some rules are different here than in the US. Next time, you swear you’ll get it top notch! You look across the street at your shop. You wonder if you made the wrong choice with The Honey Bun. It’s bit much now that you see it from afar but it still makes you smile. That’s what matters, you guess.

Simon comes back out with a small, nicely wrapped package. “You don’t ‘ave any dietary restrictions d’you?”

You shake your head and he pushes the package toward you. Your eyes widen - it’s a great cut of high end beef. Like, really good beef as far as you know. Something you’d never be able to afford even if your business wasn’t brand new. You stare between Simon and the little pack in your hands. “Th-this is so nice but I-“

“It’s only fair.” He cuts you off. “Neighbors, yeah?”

You can’t help the grin that splits your face, eyes misting up despite yourself. Kindness has not been a constant in your life - more of a rarity. Something you had to claw and fight to earn. Being given it so freely but such a taciturn man has you reeling just a bit.

“Thank you… I’ve got to head back but, uh, thank you. Really.” You press the small package to your chest. “Tell Johnny I said hi?”

“Course.” He nods.

“Thanks again!” You grin, giving a little two finger salute before practically skipping all the way back into your dingy little apartment. Happily, you pack away the meat to use later. It’s too nice to just make any dish out of - best to save it for a special occasion. Your first gift in your new life. Best to savor it.

~~~

“Afternoon, bonnie.” Johnny appears in your doorway while you sweep up from the Saturday rush, bell chiming upon his entrance. “Hope I’m not a bother.”

“Not at all.” You smile, resting the broom on the counter. “Hello to you as well, Miss Riley.”

She huffs out a quiet bark in reply, sitting dutifully at Johnny’s feet. You don’t have much experience with service dogs - other than the well known rule not to pet them while they’re working. They were always too expensive for you to get and your condition wasn’t labeled serious enough to warrant financial aid. (Despite the fact that you can, and have, passed out and hit your head on something hard.)

“Can I get you something?” You ask.

“Och, I’m a’right. Just wanted tae stop by an’ say hello before headin’ home.” He gives you that dashing, bright grin. “Simon always kicks me out of the shop at close.”

“He doesn’t need help?” You ask. Surely cleaning up a butchers shop is a huge task. You have your work cut out for you with all the flower - you can’t imagine cleaning that amount of blood and mess.

Johnny shrugs. “The cleaning chemicals trigger my migraines.”

You hum. “Well, you’re always welcome to stop by. Actually,” you turn on your heel, “I’ve got somethin’ I’d like you to try, if you want.”

“Never one to say no to food. Especially from a pretty girl.” Johnny says as he follows. He tells Riley to stay in front and she listens - the perfect little lady that she is. You nearly trip at his comment, keeping your back turned so that he hopefully doesn’t see the heat spreading from your face and down your neck.

“I-it’s, uh, you ever had American biscuits?” You ask, praying he doesn’t notice the shake in your voice. You have to get on your tip toes to reach the small basket you made the day prior - carefully lowering it and pulling back the gingham cloth you wrapped them in.

An image of home.

“Aye, had them once on a layover at some chain diner.” He nods. “Donnae think they were fresh, though.”

“Well these are proper biscuits.” You carefully cut one in half with ease. “Sometime I’ll have to make you some gravy to go with.”

“Yer gonnae make us fat, hen.” Johnny chuckles.

“There are worse things to be.” The words come out more defensive than you would have liked. An automatic mechanism - a harshness you've honed over the years.

You hate how easily you wield it, sometimes.

Johnny leans forward over the table, a furrow in his brow. “I dinnae mean-“

“Here.” You cut him off and hold out the biscuit on a napkin, smothered with butter in the middle.

Johnny lets your interruption go. Probably happy for an out. He takes the fluffy baked good slowly, cupping it in his large hand with care. You wonder if he always does that, touches things with such gentle love. Is it learned? Is it just natural to him? Does he touch Simon like that? Gentle caresses?

What’s that like?

Johnny takes a massive, enthusiastic bite. Somehow his blue eyes manage to sparkle even more, grinning as he chews. “Sh’gew!”

You laugh at his attempt to talk around the food. “Glad you like it.”

He swallows roughly. A full body gulp. “Why’d ye start bakin’ anyway?”

“My grandparents raised me.” You fold the biscuits back up in their little basket. “My grandma taught me how. She was the best in town - won the pie contest almost every year.”

“Tha’s lovely.” The smile he gives you is so genuine it makes your chest constrict.

“Mean old bat but she could beat anyone in the kitchen.” You laugh. “We swore she had some kinda magic. Like a green thumb but for cooking.”

“My mum’s like tha’. Can make anythin’ out of nothin’.” He nods along.

You fall into an easy back and forth - never breaching anything deeper than the most surface level of content as he eats. It’s manageable. Johnny doesn’t push and neither do you.

Riley barks from the front of the shop.

“Och, tha’s my queue.” Johnny brushes off his hands and checks the front of his shirt for crumbs. “Take care, aye?”

You smile. “You too.”

~~~

Johnny’s words keep ringing in your ears. You don’t know why. It’s nothing special. There’s no reason to attach to them. You raise a hand to wipe off the fog and stare in the small mirror hung above your bathroom sink.

Pretty girl.

You scoff. You’re not a pretty girl. You’ve never been a pretty girl. Fat girl. Stupid girl. Sick girl. Tired girl. Sad girl.

That last one you’ve heard more than anything else. Out of all the descriptors of you it stands out as the most used. By everyone from teachers to your own family. Always just a sad, sad girl.

You got it from your mom, they’d say. It’s not like you would ever know.

You rip your eyes away from the mirror and try to let the thoughts melt away as you sink into the comfort of your blankets. Those thoughts live back on the other side of the Atlantic. They don’t get to follow you here.

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olessan · 7 months

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I got Path of Titans a few weeks ago, here's a lil drawing of my first two adult animals: Phantasma (human sized) and Tiamat (bus sized)

#Path of Titans #PathofTitans #PoT #spinosaurus #thalassodremus #pterosaur #paleoart #I GUESS?#paleo art #paleoblr #olessan art #I've gotten into like 4 fights lol #I deliberately labelled them by their size because it can be easy to forget that the majority of the animals in games like PoT are LORGE

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98lindsey · 9 months

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Fat and Disabled are allowed to exist together and separately.

My fatness doesn’t cause my disability and my disability doesn’t cause my fatness. My body should not have to be viewed as something wrong because I’m fat. My body shape is not something that needs to be fixed and it’s certainly not something that would fix my disability if it changed.

I’m not lazy for being fat and disabled. I’m not, not trying enough to get better if I choose not to pursue weight loss. I can eat whatever I want and don’t deserve to be judged for it. I am beautiful and gorgeous and loved exactly as I am and I don’t owe anyone the battle of trying to lose weight to prove that I’m worthy.

#disabled #chronic illness #disability #pots #chronically ill #chronic pain #mcas #mast cell activation syndrome #spoonie #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #haes #health at every size #fatphobia #me/cfs #myalgic encephalomyelitis #chronic fatigue syndrome

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softpine · 4 months

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at midnight last night i finished this bag because i decided i hated the colors too much to continue even for practice and then i discovered it kinda looks like a vagina inside. slay

#blizzards are the ultimate excuse to stay inside and do fuck all #i already started the next one which is only neutral colors and it'll be tote sized #these are sturdy as FUCK #and i'll sew a lining into the real bag #i even have an extra zipper i can make an inner pocket with #i'm kinda obsessed with these right now #next after this i'll make some white baskets from old bedsheets and i'm gonna use them as plant pot covers :)#nonsims

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theshitpostcalligrapher · 10 months

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anyone else in the eat-soup-from-the-pot gang

#invaluable item: bowl-sized soup pot #well it should be about 2x the size of what you'd eat in a bowl of soup to allow stirring room #food #u make ur ramen in there while frying up the eggs that go on top #get water to a boil and add ramen flavor packets #once it's at a simmer heat up ur frying pan #eggs should hit the hot pan around the same time as ramen hits the boiling water #then turn off the ramen heat and cover #by the time you're done cooking the eggs how you like (i prefer over medium) the ramen should be done #so u can slide the eggs on top #if you have bok choy or any quick-cook veg slide it in between the ramen and the egg #itll blanch by the time you bring the pot over to ur desk #god i made these tags long oops

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roychewtoy · 11 months

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romans face watching shiv tell the story of them playing outside logan's office as kids... even though the memory is bitter and is always going to be intertwined with logans anger, it's so much more personal than anything he'd written in his detached speech. it's a moment just for them to remember

#STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THEM BIG OL EYES..................................#this episode is fucking Devastating. its literally a broth in a pot the size of a well and every ingredient makes my stomach hurt #succession #succession spoilers #chewtoy

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violenceenthusiast · 20 days

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everyone look at my rubber plant which has had only one leaf for so so long and is finally putting out a new leaf

#size difference is giving yaoi a run for its money #the camera couldn’t get both in focus at the same time #she briefly had two then three then two then one leaf again #like i came home n barely touched the pot and they fell off. devastating #spent the whole winter white knuckling that last leaf. we’ve made it thru folks #i think there’s as many as four other leaves popping up soon besides that one u can see :’)

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mikaelaryder · 10 months

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anyone suddenly hungry for soup? 💦💖

they/them

#me #nsft #plus size #selfie #enby #enby rodent 💖#fun fact my gender is soup bc i take all the yummy shit from other genders and add it to my pot

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taibhsearachd · 2 months

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Does anyone have any recommendations for compression leggings/tights that actually fit fat people? Bc rn the knee-high socks are not cutting it.

Looking for specific sites or brands that have worked for anyone who is not a tiny girl.

#pots #dysautonomia #chronic illness #disability #okay to reblog #I would appreciate the signal boost tbh #pls help #I literally only need like 1X/~size 16/Torrid 1 #but still wary bc shit's too goddamn expensive for a single pair to order some and then not be able to get them on #or to pay all that money for something that's shit quality and gonna start coming apart in a month or two

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phildendron · 9 months

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Thunbergia

Plant Growth Habit

This plants are excellent creepers & flowering plants belongs to the Acanthaceae family with vibrant color flowers. This plant commonly named as clock vine & sky flower.

Sky Flower

it is fast growing plant that reaches up to a height of 6ft from the ground.

Clock Vine

The clock vine plant's popular varieties are thunbergia grandiflora, thunbergia erecta, natalensis, alata & dwarf varities.

Thunbergia grandiflora

The grandiflora plants are native to India with large leaf foliage with lavender color flowers. Long roots with deep tap root system. It comes under annual plants.

Thunbergia natalensis

Thunbergia erecta

It is a twinning erect perennial shrub with ovate dark green leaves & velvety purple flowers. It is also rapidly growing creeper plants.

Soil

The Bush clock vine plant loves to grow in well-drained soil rich in organic matter. These plants tolerate a wide range of soil but avoid growing in heavy clay soils.

There is no alternate for Green so far!

Thunbergia creeper plants

Blog Created By: www.santhionlineplants.com

#Thunbergia erecta #It is a twinning erect perennial shrub with ovate dark green leaves & velvety purple flowers. It is also rapidly growing creeper plants.#thunbergia erecta #Soil #The Bush clock vine plant loves to grow in well-drained soil rich in organic matter. These plants tolerate a wide range of soil but avoid g #thunbergia grandiflora soil #Potting Mix- Garden soil+30-40% compost +steamed bone meal +20% of cocopeat if needed alone.#steamed bone meal for clock vine #Water Requirement #Watering the plants regularly helps to grow healthy plants means keeping the soil moist. But the sky flower plants cannot tolerate waterlog #watering for sky flower #Sunlight #The bush clock vine plant thrives well in full direct sunlight with partial shade.#clock vine #Pot Size #This creeper plant requires a pot size of 6-8'' while planting. After one of planting change the pot size to 12'' with good drainage holes.#sky flower poting #Propagation #The thunbergia varieties are easily propagated through stem cuttings. Select the non-flowering #healthy stem and make a clean cut just below a node. Gently remove the lower leaves from the plants. And place the plant cuttings in a plan #thunbergia grandiflora propagation #Pruning #Regular pruning helps to keep the plants in a compact structure.#pruning of sky flower #Fertilizer #Application of any organic compost monthly once or twice around the plants helps to grow bushy.#compost for thunbergia #Benefits #These bush clock vine thunbergia plants are great for foundations #borders

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