Apothecary for the Plants

The first dark apothecary for the plants was a run in with a night dwelling flower. A tea from a blue pigmented butterfly tea. My mourning was dark and dismal. The innervating sun light was not enough to keep this flower awake. Etheral and eternal darkness for its rapid growth and one day it will bloom once the sun innervates its lush greenary with a dream. The earthy smell elates it essence in the greenhouse. The essence is grounding with geosmin thriving to enrich the soil. Mist in the air lay on the mineral esscent. Petrichor gathers my senses from the ethenol used on the potion vial for the extraction of the pigmented butterfly tea.

Lemon's hue could not be the color violet than again drops from a lemon changes this flower tea some how. Always hearing about lemon in any tea or water from the folklore. Usually blue and yellow make green. Breaking the normal for primary color concepts the ternatea changes violet.

I can not tell you how to make the butterfly tea potion.

Just in case its not for human consumption.

DO NOT DRINK ME!

Amidst the miserable allergy season I delved into a bouquet because of a garlic clove starting to chive. I also planted purple flowering chives. An essential amino is histadine. These herbs are gentle enough and are from the garlic and onion; a histamine. I say, gentle, only because histamine is a natural response to allergy cells. A type of daisy is a natural plant root prebiotics. Storing starches in the roots. This takes a sprout to a stable height and anchoring in the soil.

beneath the earth and sky

feltered petals laying undone on the soil

the same nature that leaves us allured for more

botanical garden's essences enriched by another butterfly flower

misted earth illuminating from the twilight

moonlight innervating the dance in the evening primrose

growing in the night like the moon beams a gravitational pull

stimulated by the chill of the darkness

water culminating in the night

perceptions of the shadows

Thinking that the light could be inescapable

The only one in the night holding a glow

feel the cool ground through the dark

feltering to the tree to rise amidst

Amid the forest I found a birch; bright in the moonlight amid the oaks; dark and dismal. The moonlight alluring enough for the unusual venture in the wooded areas. The wind whirling round and round looming to wrap around me. My annular experiencing a watering euphoria by the chill to the breeze as I heightened my presence in the forest. The elevation lead me to the zest of the lemon. I am not alone in this tree. A sugar glider not biting off more than I could chew I finally reach for the flashlight. Peering at me and its lemon. As our senses awake from the zest. Energizing citrus as the glider passes over my shoulder. Innervating me to adjust my view. I have a trap in my bag. Packed for the creature. This sector is the state forest I purchased over a decade ago. Allotted my fruit trees to be planted for wild life and my plant based apothecary, for plants. The wild life usually loves the scent of homemade jams from the fruits they usually feast from. We will be baking the lemon crisp zucchinis all summer. Luring in another intricate creature classified as an arachnid. Yellow, like the other insect I am looking for. Past its larvae stage it is fuzzy and yellow and cocoons into a virgin moth. I was considering bio-engineering a plant with these caterpillar enzymes. Hoping the microbes would regenerate in the soil. The musk of butterfly flowers is sweetened by the sugary nectar and will always generate its pollinator. Allured by my flowers, I've lured in a visitor. If it was not a edible plant I still wouldn't say go old school and turn the plant into a chemistry set. Our flower lost its fertility but survived and is going to bloom again. It was under intensive care for a few months. The original purpose for the flower was intended for the gene expression for the endangered species in this classification of plants.