#lady of shalott rose

[florealegiardini]

Lady of Shalott rose ~ breathtaking.flowers

#Lady of Shalott rose #roses #flowers #David Austin roses #garden #edit: garden #my edit #video

[inthecityofgoodabode]

June 2023: Harvests & Other Garden Things

Wednesday’s backyard garden harvest including slug bit & squirrel gnawed strawberries: 

Thursday’s backyard garden harvest: 

Friday’s backyard garden harvest. You can’t see it but this tomato has a little blossom end rot: 

Peek-a-bee: 

I haven’t seen garden balsam like this in ages. They must have been in a flower mix that we put out although I don’t remember it being listed on the seed packet: 

They’re even forming those seed pods that, when fully developed, will explode when touched & shoot seeds everywhere: 

We finally have a cucumber forming: 

The guardian of the corn leaf:  

#garden #backyard garden #homegrown vegetables #homegrown fruit #strawberries #runner beans #tomatoes #better boy #rose #lady of shalott rose #bee #tomato plants #hummingbird #ruby-throated hummingbird #female ruby-throated hummingbird #cucumber #eggplants #ichiban eggplant #corn leaf #spider #crab spider #life in memphis #flowers #succulents #snapdragons #garden balsam #impatiens balsamina

[opheliapenning]

Ginger hair in Pre-Raphaelite artwork 

Lady Lilith,  Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Love’s Shadow, Frederick Sandys 

The Soul of the Rose, John William Waterhouse

Ophelia, Arthur Hughes

The Lady of Shalott, John William Waterhouse

In the Grass,  Arthur Hughes 

(i hate to be annoying, but if you’re here, please consider checking out my poetry under #opheliapenning)

#pre raphaelite #pre raphaelism #painting #art #red hair #ginger #golden #artwork #john william waterhouse #dante gabriel rossetti #frederick sandys #rossetti #romanticisation #lady lilith #love's shadow #the soul of the rose #ophelia #the lady of shalott #in the grass

[thelastofthebookworms]

Please keep in mind that :

- two people would have a hard time coming with a similar top 9 of the most popular paintings of any artist

- 9 is a restrictive number (and if I didn't put a 'show results' option many people would vote randomly). Choices were made.

Other art polls :

- Van Gogh's paintings

- Monet's paintings

- Hopper's paintings

- Impressionist painters

Others polls (comics, literature...

) : my pinned post.

#polls #john william waterhouse #pre raphaelism #art #boreas #the sorceress #the crystal ball #circe invidiosa #the soul of the rose #cleopatra #diogenes #the lady of shalott #sleep and his half brother death

[faguscarolinensis]

Rosa 'Ausnyson' / 'Ausnyson' Lady of Shalott Shrub Rose at the JC Raulston Arboretum at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, NC

#Rosa 'Ausnyson' #Ausnyson lady of Shalott Shrub Rose #Lady of Shalott Shrub Rose #Shrub Rose #Rose #Flowers #Edible plants #Edible flowers #Nature photography #Jc raulston arboretum #North Carolina State University #Ncsu #Raleigh #North Carolina

[godsfavorite-bimbo]

#john william waterhouse #waterhouse #romanticism #pre raphaelite #romantic art #the lady of shalott #the magic circle #the soul of the rose #the mermaid #Waterhouse's mermaids #i got polls #i have polls now #my polls

[mmhawkes]

I am officially at the age where I look at different strains of roses that I want to eventually plant in my garden.

#those david austin roses though #my requirements are repeat bloomers with good fragrance that make for good cut flowers #i do like to mix the fragrance profiles and colours #and they have to be shrub roses i don’t have anywhere for climbers #this year i want to get the lady of shalott and the charles darwin #but i do really like the ones with a jammy scent #maybe the poets wife instead of the charles darwin #now do i start with roots or do i splurge and get a small shrub for one of them #i am saving up #in my agatha christie detective era

[bougiebutchbinch]

Ed turns the card between his fingers like he’s flipping a coin. Over it goes, over and over again, knuckle to knuckle. On one side: the flouncy embossed flourishes of the Barnes family crest. On the obverse: a message that mocks him with its simplicity, just visible in the glow of a night lantern. Mr Hands and I shall await you at La Gonâve. What it says is very little. What it implies is very much. Ricky wants the Revenge to sail around the jut of the mainland, almost up to Port-au-fuckin’-Prince, where the waters will bristle with gunships. He wants Ed and Stede to roast themselves like suckling pigs, stuff their own mouths with apples, then present themselves on a silver fucking platter for the crown’s discerning taste. All for the life of Izzy fucking Hands.

Rating: Explicit Characters: Izzy, Ed, Stede, OMC Relationships: established Gentlebeard, dubcon OMC/Izzy, slowburn Steddyhands Warnings: blood, gore, dubcon, Ed's uzshe (self-loathing)

#ofmd fanfic #steddyhands #izzy hands #ed teach #stede bonnet #ofmd stede #ofmd ed teach #ofmd izzy #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #my fic #bbb creates #our flag means death #edizzy #blackhands #my art #blackhannet

[jadeseadragon]

David Austin Roses

"As we approach the new year why not plant a rose to keep up to date with the trending @pantone colour of 2024, Peach Fuzz. Making your outdoor space the place to be come the summer months."

Featured varieties:

Emily Brontë (Ausearnshaw),

Lady of Shalott (Ausnyson),

The Shepherdess (Austwist),

Grace (Auskeppy) and

Dame Judi Dench (Ausquaker).

#david austin roses #roses #pantone 2024 #peach fuzz #flowers #garden #rose garden

[bougiebutchbitch]

Whatever Stede had expected after Ed stormed past, eyes haunted, nostrils dusted with green, it hadn’t been this: Izzy, coiled in the corner of Roach’s drugstore like a dropped piece of rope, hugging a red clay pot full of herbs. Stede gulps, grimaces, and tiptoes in to join him.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Blackbonnet building to Steddyhands endgame Characters: Stede, Izzy, Ed, Spanish Jackie CN: pretty intimate conversations about sexuality and violence, a self-hating sadist, and a self-hating Omega. Alpha/Beta/Omega verse!

More of the 'Izzy Hands hits his first heat at fifty-something' fic, aka the 'Izzy's uterus was fixed with the power of friendship fic', aka the 'this is all Stede fucking Bonnet's fault and he should really deal with his mess' fic. In this chapter, we have Izzy figuring out some of his feelings about his dynamic, and Ed and Stede mulling over their feelings for Izzy. Enjoy!

#steddyhands #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd izzy #stede bonnet #ed teach #izzy hands #ofmd edward teach #ofmd stede #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #my fic #bbb creates

[rikastrology]

nakshatras as art: satabishak

1. "The Roses of Helioglabus" Lawrence Alma-Tadema

2. "The Lady of Shalott" George Edward Robertson

3. "Ophelia" John Everett Millais

4. "A Fairy Tale" Arthur Wardle

#ophelia is the most satabishak painting ever #an artist wanting to craft a fantasy so convincing that he ended up sending his muse to an early grave #addiction...water...flowers...lies...sickness all the themes are present! #astrology #astro #vedic #satabishak #nakshatras #nakshatrart #rikastrology #shatabishak #aquarius

[inthecityofgoodabode]

August 2022: Around The Backyard

The mystery legumes that I found in our bird seed & planted are starting to come up. Once the sunflowers & Thai basil (That’s the plant in the center) are done for the year, I plan to cut everything off at ground level then set out some seed potatoes and cover them up with a mix of soil & compost. As you can see, we’ve got a foot or so worth of space to back fill: 

I saved seeds from a Santa Claus melon that we got at the grocery store & I planted a few on a lark. Behold! A female flower: 

Today’s backyard garden harvest: 

No ill will intended but I’d rather look at Lady of Shalott roses & fragrant clematis than my neighbors: 

#garden #backyard garden #mystery legume #sunflowers #thai basil #container gardening #vegetable gardening #santa claus melon #mourning dove #purplehull peas #rose #lady of shalott rose #clematis #fragrant clematis #life in memphis

[izzyspussy]

For the AO3 ask game

47!

@duckingwriting

Shout out an incomplete fic you read this year

I've already shouted out always been a storm by oopshidaisy and Attention-Seeking Behaviour by Anonymous, which I'll take a moment to recommend again! Read them!! Another rec is Lady of Shalott (a late-flowering rose) by Transformatron (@bougiebutchbinch). This one helped inspire one of my own WIPs!

AO3 Wrapped Asks

#jack chats #ofmd #blackhannet #ted lasso #royjamie #fic rec #ao3 wrapped #otplus

[dracothelizard]

Two more recs! Both by the same author, both Steddyhands.

at the foot of one of the greats - Post S2 Steddyhands where Izzy has recovered at the inn and also Stede and Ed are fine together, Stede has zero concerns about their relationship.

Lady of Shalott (a late-flowering rose) - Post S2 Steddyhands where Stede and Ed are still co-captaining, and things are going well! In fact, things are going so well that Izzy feels safe for the first time in his life and turns out to be an Omega, because in this fic Omegas only present if they are safe. Also features a fun minor role for Jackie and some great Izzy & crew moments. Also, Izzy gets to go on a murderous rampage! As a treat!

#OFMD #our flag means death #Steddyhands #Fic recs #ofmd recs

[notbeingnoticed]

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

       To many-tower'd Camelot;

The yellow-leaved waterlily

The green-sheathed daffodilly

Tremble in the water chilly

       Round about Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens shiver.

The sunbeam showers break and quiver

In the stream that runneth ever

By the island in the river

       Flowing down to Camelot.

Four gray walls, and four gray towers

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

       The Lady of Shalott.

Underneath the bearded barley,

The reaper, reaping late and early,

Hears her ever chanting cheerly,

Like an angel, singing clearly,

       O'er the stream of Camelot.

Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,

Beneath the moon, the reaper weary

Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,

       Lady of Shalott.'

The little isle is all inrail'd

With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd

With roses: by the marge unhail'd

The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,

       Skimming down to Camelot.

A pearl garland winds her head:

She leaneth on a velvet bed,

Full royally apparelled,

       The Lady of Shalott.

Part II

No time hath she to sport and play:

A charmed web she weaves alway.

A curse is on her, if she stay

Her weaving, either night or day,

       To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be;

Therefore she weaveth steadily,

Therefore no other care hath she,

       The Lady of Shalott.

She lives with little joy or fear.

Over the water, running near,

The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.

Before her hangs a mirror clear,

       Reflecting tower'd Camelot.

And as the mazy web she whirls,

She sees the surly village churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls

       Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,

Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,

       Goes by to tower'd Camelot:

And sometimes thro' the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two:

She hath no loyal knight and true,

       The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights,

For often thro' the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

       And music, came from Camelot:

Or when the moon was overhead

Came two young lovers lately wed;

'I am half sick of shadows,' said

       The Lady of Shalott.

Part III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,

And flam'd upon the brazen greaves

       Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

       Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

       As he rode down from Camelot:

And from his blazon'd baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armour rung,

       Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn'd like one burning flame together,

       As he rode down from Camelot.

As often thro' the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

       Moves over green Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow'd

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

       As he rode down from Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flash'd into the crystal mirror,

'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'

       Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom

She made three paces thro' the room

She saw the water-flower bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

       She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack'd from side to side;

'The curse is come upon me,' cried

       The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining

       Over tower'd Camelot;

Outside the isle a shallow boat

Beneath a willow lay afloat,

Below the carven stern she wrote,

 The Lady of Shalott.

A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,

All raimented in snowy white

That loosely flew (her zone in sight

Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)

       Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,

Though the squally east-wind keenly

Blew, with folded arms serenely

By the water stood the queenly

       Lady of Shalott.

With a steady stony glance—

Like some bold seer in a trance,

Beholding all his own mischance,

Mute, with a glassy countenance—

       She look'd down to Camelot.

It was the closing of the day:

She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

       The Lady of Shalott.

As when to sailors while they roam,

By creeks and outfalls far from home,

Rising and dropping with the foam,

From dying swans wild warblings come,

       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot

Still as the boathead wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her chanting her deathsong,

       The Lady of Shalott.

A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,

She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,

And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,

       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:

For ere she reach'd upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

       The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,

By garden wall and gallery,

A pale, pale corpse she floated by,

Deadcold, between the houses high,

       Dead into tower'd Camelot.

Knight and burgher, lord and dame,

To the planked wharfage came:

Below the stern they read her name,

 The Lady of Shalott.

They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,

Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.

There lay a parchment on her breast,

That puzzled more than all the rest,

       The wellfed wits at Camelot.

'The web was woven curiously,

The charm is broken utterly,

Draw near and fear not,—this is I,

       The Lady of Shalott.'

[goosegardens]

Lady of Shalott rose

#plants #flowers