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Plenty in my garden.
What we wrongly call 'Geranium' are actually 'Pelargonium'... from my garden, where they grow faster than 'weeds'. LOL.
WILD(?) Geranium Ingwersen's Variety (Cranesbill, Perennial Geranium)
Pleasant light pink flowers with pronounced sepals on strong stems.
Macro-rhizum are more drought tolerant than other Cranesbills.
The semi-evergreen aromatic leaves of Geranium Ingwersen's Variety are tinted bronze-red in fall and foliage can be dried for potpourri.
It has a very particular, quite strong smell.
Bees love them.
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fallen osmanthus flowers.
the whole neighborhood was filled with their dense fragrance last week.
fallen with the autumn rain last weekend, the flowers aren't fragrant any more.
Though the wind is cold the sunshine seems to have changed. Seeing ume at this time of the year really gives me pleasure.
The Afāq Khoja Mausoleum or Aba Khoja Mausoleum (آفاق خواجه مزار) (Uyghur: Апақ Хоҗа Мазар Apakh Khoja Mazar) is a mausoleum in Xinjiang, China. The holiest local Muslim site, it is located some 5 km north-east from the centre of Kashgar, in Haohan Village (浩罕村; Ayziret in Uyghur), which has is also known as Yaghdu.The shrine is heavily patronized by sightseers.
History
The mazar (mausoleum) was initially built in ca. 1640 as the tomb of Muhammad Yūsuf, a Central Asian Naqshbandi Sufi master who had come to the Altishahr region (present-day southern Xinjiang) in the early 17th century, and possibly was also active in spreading Sufism in China proper.[5] Later, Muhammad Yūsuf's more famous son and successor, Afāq Khoja, was buried there as well. All told, the tiled mausoleum contains the tombs of five generations of the Afāqi family, providing resting places for 72 of its members.
The monument is also known as the Fragrant Concubine's tomb, as it is the burial place of one of Afaq Khoja's descendants, Iparhan, who is believed to be the legendary Fragrant Concubine. She was the wife of a rogue leader who was captured by the Qianlong Emperor's troops, and was taken to Beijing to be the emperor's imperial concubine.[6] Refusing to serve him, a Uyghur tale said she was forced to commit suicide or was murdered by the Emperor's mother
The mausoleum is perhaps the finest example of Islamic architecture in Xinjiang. A large dome of 56 ft (17 m) is at the center surrounded by four corner minarets with stripes and arabesque floral patterns.Each of the windows of the minarets are in a different geometric pattern while the tops have turrets with an inverted lotus dome and scalloped edges. The entrance to the mausoleum is a majestic facade and a tiled iwan-niche style typical of Central Asian mosques
The tombs are decorated with blue glazed tiles and draped in colorful silks. Inside the tomb hall is the Casket of Ikparhan which supposedly carried her from Beijing.
There is a mausoleum, four prayer halls which are supported by wooden beams with muqarnas on the capitals, a lecture hall and a cemetery which is still in use by the Ugyhur population and has distinctive mud and brick tombs.[6] A gateway also has blue glazed tiles and there is a pond in the courtyard for people to cleanse before entering.[6]
"This was the famous shrine, and we were invited to step inside, where we saw a crowded mass of bluetiled tombs, that of the Saint-King being draped with red and white cloths. There were numbers of flags and banners before the tombs, and on one side was a palanquin in which a great-grandson of Apak had travelled to and from Peking. While there he had married his daughter to a Chinaman, and at the date of our visit a Celestial had arrived in Kashgar accompanied by a band of relatives, to demand his share of the great wealth of the shrine. His credentials were unexceptionable, and during a century and a half his ancestors had been given pensions by the Chinese Government; but owing to the revolution these subsidies had been stopped. Hence his appearance, which was causing much perturbation among the managers of the shrine funds." - Sir Percy Sykes and Ella Sykes. Sykes, Ella and Percy Sykes. pages 69-70 Through deserts and oases of Central Asia. London. Macmillan and Co. Limited, 1920.
Childhood memories of The Fragrant Garden from my wife and the allure of the location's new life as Distillery Botanica took us to a most beautiful spot off the beaten track on the Central Coast with some lovely moments of beauty...
Nānū, nāʻū or Forest gardenia
Rubiaceae (Coffee family)
Endemic to the Hawaiian Islands (Extant on Oʻahu, Lānaʻi. Extinct on Molokaʻi, West Maui and Hawaiʻi island)
IUCN: Critically Endangered
Nānākuli Valley, Oʻahu
Trunk of the last wild nāʻū remaining on Oʻahu.
There are now only 16 remaining nāʻū (Gardenia brighamii) left in the wild: 1 on Oʻahu; the rest on Kānepuʻu, Lānaʻi.
A recent brush fire in Nānākuli Valley on the west side of Oʻahu threatened and damaged this last nāʻū. The videos below tells how it fared.
Video (DLNR)
Video (KHON)
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Flowers (pua) are very fragrant, similar to other gardenia species, were strung into lei by early Hawaiians.
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The intense orange-yellow colored pulp of the fruit was also used to dye to kapa a rich yellow by early Hawaiians for the aliʻi. This vibrant color used for kapa was called nāʻū or nānū, after the plant itself.
Kapa anvils or kua kuku on which kapa was beaten in the second-stage process was made from the wood of nāʻū.
Etymology
The generic name Gardenia is named in honor of Alexander Garden (1730-1791) of Charleston, South Carolina who was a botanist, zoologist and physician, and correspondent to John Ellis, zoologist, and Carolus Linnaeus, who devised the classification of genus/species we presently used today.
The specific epithet brighamii, is named in honor of William Tufts Brigham (1841-1926), geologist, botanist and the first direction of the Bernice P. Bishop Museum, Honolulu, Hawaiʻi.
Nymphaea odorata (fragrant water-lily) blooming in the Native Flora Garden. Photo by Michael Stewart.
Floats flat with numerous white petals, very fragrant. Normally blooms April-September, but here in Florida the weather spring is always fast, so I spotted this quite a ways out in the canal. Found on the Lake Apopka Wildlife Trail.
Also known as Southern Cassia and Spreading Cassia.
Senna odorata
Morris, R., Flora conspicua, t. 57 (1826) [W. Clark]
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We climbed the dirt path through fragrant scrubland in near darkness, short of breath and mistaking the higher ridge lines for cloud banks. I hoped to see the upper reaches of the city and the Golden Gate Bridge penetrating the fog layer. Venus rose in the East and burned brightly through the mist. The encroaching dawn flushed with amber upon the horizon and the great orange bridge bleated its one note song through the cold and the wind and the white breath of the Pacific. Our lungs filled and our feet soaking, were parishioners in that oldest of churches, waiting for sunrise to bloody the drenched chaparral.
The marine layer pours inland from the frigid waters of the California current to haunt the colorful neighborhoods of San Francisco. Like the water below, the sea above is channeled thorough the narrow strait by the massive headlands. What remains is pushed up, up and over Marin, creating an bitter cold, dense and wet fog that flows over the
land like a river bursting its levee. Facing east, our backs were soaked through within ten minutes. After an hour we could empathize with the manzanita and other scrubland denizens whose leaves and stems flowed everywhere with water and wore great pearls of dew like gaudy jewels.
Just in time, as the world shed the blues of twilight for the reds of daybreak, the drifts of fog began to recede and exposed the lower reaches of the headlands—fellow ships at sea in an ocean of resplendent vapor. I worked for a few precious moments on the slopes turned grassy riverbed to document the twisted and craggy brushland, decorated in its luminous regalia of dew, against the backdrop of radiant fog and ruddy, soft light. For as long as I live, when I wish to remember the most splendid of sunrises, I will plunge my hands into that brilliant, frigid collection of memories and pull out Marin, the rusty marine layer, and the morning when we didn’t see the bridge.