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PostPosted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 6:15 pm


((And one incredible V-Day dinner -as well as half a bottle of champagne all for me- later . . .))

Foenix cuddled in bed with Nehanda, and read their nightly chapter of "Daughter of the Forest."

"During the day and two nights I lay spent in that place, I aquired two things. I walked in the garden, early in the morning, and there behind the neat rows of vegetables, the stakes and strings ready for their creeping blankets of peas or beans, the freshly turned dungheap, I saw a familiar plant growing. It was not so out of place here in this domestic scene, for its leaves give a pleasant yellow dye, if you are prepared to handle the unforgiving stems. There were two sisters working quietly in the garden, and I managed to convey to them in dumb show what it was I wanted. There was serious consultation between them and one of them went off, perhaps to ask the prioress's advice, perhaps to ask Red. At any rate, when she returned she held a sack and a knife, and she gave these to me without further question. My delight must have shown on my face, for the sisters smiled back, and went methodically on with their labors as I set to with all my strength. By the end of the morning I had a good sack of starwort, enough to last me until midwinter, I thought. I tried not to think what would happen, if they would not let me spin and weave and sew, where we were going. . ."

Nehanda nuzzled agaist Foenix and thought of her own gardens outside, waiting for her attentions, as she drifted off to sleep.

((Hey, rock! I'm on the 3rd page!))
PostPosted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 8:50 pm


Quote:
2.15.05

Nothing much new to report today, so I'll jump straight to my Herbal report;

Alecost, or Costmary, [Chrysanthemum balsamita]
is also known as bible leaf, alecost, mint geranium, and in France as Herbe Sainte Marie. It is native to Asia and was popular in ancient Greece and Rome. It was known as 'alecost' because of its use in flavoring ale and beer, and as 'bible leaf' because the larger leaves were used as bookmarks in bibles.

It is a tall (2-3') leafy plant with a very sweet smell; it was introduced to England in the late 1400's. However, the garden writers of the late 16th century consistently mentioned it, especially as a strewing herb (Tusser). Parkinson said it was used in washing water and tied up withlavender tops and laid on the tops of beds for "the sweete sent and savour it casteth". It was also used in a wound ointment. A variety of chrysanthemum and very low-maintenance, costmary likes partshade and dry-ish soil, and spreads slowly.

This is a medium sized perennial that dies down each winter. The leaves have a slight minty smell to them. It prefers a sunny, well-drained position. Propagation is by root cuttings in spring. A word of caution - it is extremely invasive. For this reason most people tend to grow it in a container. It is not possible to propagate it from seed.

The leaves of this herb have a strong lemon-mint flavor, and were used in game and meat dishes, chopped in salads, and for brewing as tea. A single leaf was frequently placed in the bottom of a cake pan, which would flavor the whole cake. Some old herbals also mention its use as a moth repellent.

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 16, 2005 5:08 am


Foenix closed her laptop with a sigh and looked around her. Nehanda had slipped out while she was editing a paper, leaving the front door open a crack. With a smile, Foenix crossed the room to peek out at the east side of the house.

Sure enough, Nehanda was in the garden. Her swan's bill was just perfect for plucking weeds as she wandered through the rows of tender seedlings, stopping every now and then to paw at a particularly large new leaf or shoot. Of course, the primary plot was the only one which actually needed weeding; that was one purpose for the raissed garden, and, well, it was difficult for weed seeds to get into pots and planters!

"Kylara," Foenix called, "come and look at this. Your idea was a wonderful one!"

In the other room, the Jivvin looked up from where she was curled warmly about a sprite egg. "What, is Nehanda in the garden again?" she asked. "I already pulled her out once for a bath yesterday. That pale coat and white feathers can sure show a lot of dirt!"

Foenix smiled. "I'll confess, that wasn't something I considered when we built the gardens."

Outside, there was a flutter of red wings, and the red-haired woman watched as Nahda fluttered across the yard, struggling to carry a heavy watering can. Together, the Tahnee and the gryphon managed to slowly water each and every plant.

"Perhaps I should see someone about setting up some sort of irregation system for the main garden, and even the raised one," Foenix mused. She turned and looked over her shoulder at Kylara. "Do you think Rahujo might be able to come up with something?"

Kylara shrugged. "Couldn't hurt to ask."
PostPosted: Wed Feb 16, 2005 2:08 pm


"The fire was glowing warm in Margery's room. At my bidding, Megan untied the bundle of dried lavender she had brought from downstairs and cast the silvery stems and faded blooms onto the coals, and a sweet healing scent rose in the air. The infusion had cooled enough; I lifted Margery to sit and watched while she drank it obediantly. There was thyme and calamint. And brooklime, a herb of last resort. There had been no time to sweeten the mixture, to render it more palatable with honey or spices. But she took it all, her shadowed eyes looking into mine with an expression of such trust that it terrified me. Then for a short time she rested.

"As the sky outside turned to viiolet blue and then to soft gray, the child was finally born. The infusion had given Margery just enough strength for the last wrenching push. My hands, rough as they were, knew their job, and I eased her son out into the world."

Foenix smiled, marked their place in "Daughter of the forest," and eased Nehanda from her lap onto the gryphon's sleep cushion. Nehanda merped softly and sleepily twisted and turned until her wings were spread across her body and she was comfortable.

Standing, Foenix stretched briefly to relieve the aches of the day. Going between hunching over the story she was editing and the garden Nehanda demanded her help for had not done wonderful things to her back and shoulders. But it was worth it, to help Nehanda in her work and to complete her own.

With a brief yawn, she sat down at her desk and lifted a pen to the journal.

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2.16.05

I love to watch Nehanda in the garden. She obviously loves the outdoors, and the other members of our family are happy to help out. Even I find myself dragged away from my own occupations to dig around in the dirt, which is not something I usually enjoy.

Nehanda is not yet completely interested in the studies I have been making of herbalism, both modern-day and medieval. I expect that, if and when she does take an interest, her own studies will lean toward the more practical knowledge. Still, I do hope that she will share at least a small part of my own fascination for the older histories.

And now for the day's lesson:

Anise [Pimpinella anisum] is a dainty, white-flowered urnbelliferous annual, about 18 inches high, with secondary feather-like leaflets of bright green, hence its name (of mediaeval origin), Pimpinella, from dipinella, or twicepinnate, in allusion to the form of the leaves. It is a native of Egypt, Greece, Crete and Asia Minor and was cultivated by the ancient Egyptians. It was well known to the Greeks, being mentioned by Dioscorides and Pliny and was cultivated in Tuscany in Roman times. In the Middle Ages its cultivation spread to Central Europe.

In Europe, Anise has been in use since the fourteenth century, and has been cultivated in English gardens from the middle of the sixteenth century, but it ripens its seeds only in very warm summers, and it is chiefly in warmer districts that it is grown on a commercial scale, Southern Russia, Bulgaria, Germany, Malta, Spain, Italy, North Africa and Greece producing large quantities. It has also been introduced into India and South America. The cultivated plant attains a considerably larger size than the wild one.

In the East Anise was formerly used with other spices in part payment of taxes. 'Ye pay tithe of Mint, Anise and Cummin,' we read in the 23rd chapter of St. Matthew, but some authorities state that Anise is an incorrect rendering and should have been translated 'Dill.' In Virgil's time, Anise was used as a spice. Mustacae, a spiced cake of the Romans introduced at the end of a rich meal, to prevent indigestion, consisted of meal, with Anise, Cummin and other aromatics. Such a cake was sometimes brought in at the end of a marriage feast, and is, perhaps, the origin of our spiced wedding cake.

On the Continent, especially in Germany, many cakes have an aniseed flavouring, and Anise is also used as a flavouring for soups. It is largely employed in France, Spain Italy and South America in the preparation of cordial liqueurs. The liqueur Anisette added to cold water on a hot summer's day, makes a most refreshing drink.

Anise is one of the herbs that was supposed to avert the Evil Eye. The oil extracted from the seed is said to prove a capital bait for mice, if smeared on traps. It is poisonous to pigeons.

Turner's Herbal, 1551, says that 'Anyse maketh the breth sweter and swageth payne.' 'The seeds,' says Delamer, Kitchen Garden, 1861, 'are much used by distillers to give flavour to cordial liqueurs.' Anisette is a liqueur flavoured with aniseed. Langham, Garden Health, 1683, says: 'For the dropsie, fill an old c**k with Polipody and Aniseeds and seethe him well, and drink the broth.' The leaves are useful for seasoning some dishes. The essential oil of Anise is a good preventive of mould in paste. The ground seeds form an ingredient of sachet powders. Medievals considered it a general all-heal. (e.g. all poisonous bites and stings)

Carminative and pectoral. Anise enjoys considerable reputation as a medicine in coughs and pectoral affections. In hard, dry coughs where expectoration is difficult, it is of much value. It is greatly used in the form of lozenges and the seeds have also been used for smoking, to promote expectoration.


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PostPosted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:57 am


Foenix settled herself at her desk with only a slight wince for the minor sunburn she had managed to pick up that afternoon. Flipping to a new page in the journal, she lowered her pen and began to write.

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2.17.05

I took the kids out for a wander and a picnic this afternoon. Rani decided to take off and do a little hunting on his own, but the others were quite happy to stay close by. Nehanda and I are coming near the end of "Daughter of the Forest," and I'm debating what to start next.

(Post here.)

But in any case, it was a very relaxing day, aside from a little sunburn i picked up. I'm usually better about applying lotion, so shame on me for forgetting.

We also ran into Fae and her kids. Nahda was very excited to meet Twizzler, anpther Tahnee, and Pueblo has evolved! She's really just the cutest mix of owl and wolf that I've ever imagined.

I'm getting a real kick out of researching herbs. i expect that Nehanda will start her own once she's able to, but i hope she'll find my notes useful, even if it means that she'll have to dig through the folk lore tha tI find so fascinating.

Today's herb is Arnica.
Arnica [Arnica montana] is also commonly called leopard's bane and wolf's bane. The leaves form a flat rosette, from the centre of which rises a flower stalk, 1 to 2 feet high, bearing orange-yellow flowers. The rhizome is dark brown, cylindrical, usually curved, and bears brittle wiry rootlets on the under surface. Preparations made from the flowering heads (which bloom about July) have been used in homeopathic medicine for hundreds of years. It is popular in Germany and over 100 drug preparations are made from the plant. Arnica is a perennial that is protected in parts of Europe.

The active components in arnica are sesquiterpene lactones, which are known to reduce inflammation and decrease pain. Other active principals are thymol (an essential oil), flavonoids, inulin, carotenoids and tannins.

Arnica works by stimulating the activity of white blood cells that perform much of the digestion of congested blood, and by dispersing trapped, disorganized fluids from bumped and bruised tissue, joints and muscles.

Arnica is known to stimulate blood circulation and can raise blood pressure, especially in the coronary arteries. The plant is used externally for arthritis, burns, ulcers, eczema and acne. It has anti-bacterial and anti-inflammatory qualities that can reduce pain and swelling, improving wound healing.




"Foenix!" Kylara's slightly shrill voice broke her concentration, and foenix stood and walked quickly out into the main room.

Kylara was bounding distressedly about the room, following the progress of Nahda, who was flying about close to the ceiling. The little Tahnee was giggling at the top of her lungs, and she held Kylara's sprite egg clutched tightly in her hands.

"Make her give it back!" Kylara leapt up onto the back of the sofa, and the large piece of furniture crashed backwards to the floor, taking cushions, afgan, and unhappy Jivvin with it. Up in the air, Nahda squealed with laughter.

Sending up a quick prayer for sanity and patience -and give it to me NOW!- Foenix sighed and stepped in to calm things down.
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 20, 2005 6:43 pm


Foenix sighed and placed her ankle up on a stool beside her desk. Her ankle was throbbing, although the compress she had made of wormwood and vinegar, plus a few other things, would hopefully begin to work soon. Opening her journal, she began to write.

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2.20.05, and boy, am I tired.

The weekend was a very hectic one. Friday saw several hours of dance practice, and all of Saturday was spent in the same way! Except that it wasn't for practice. I was one my feet, dancing them off, for too many hours, and my ankle is throbbing because of it.

But Nehanda had a wonderful time, I think. "Animals" really aren't allowed into the dance hall, but I snuck her in by way of a large bag. She loved the music, and we had a very good time laughing at several of the costumes. I'm not at all sure if this is something she'll be interested in once she's evolved into her humanoid form, but it's nice that i know she can enjoy watching.

In any case, we had a good time at Fae's today. Nehanda and Pueblo get along so very well. So do Twizzler and Nahda, although I think Nahda may have be a slightly disruptive influence. That little girl just has no manners. she's so very loud. and while they were playing hide-and-go-seek, she tripped, resulting in a broken lamp and a good knock on the head. I felt so horrible about it.
(RP found here and here.)

When we got home, I couldn't find any over-the-counter pain killers, and my ankle was hurting enough that I really needed the cane I had taken with me. I decided that all of the herbalism research I had been doing might as well do some good. Several of the herbs seedlings have begun to sprout fully-formed, healthy leaves, and I'm pretty sure it was okay to pluck them. Others I already had in dried form. I mixed it with vinegar, and made a compress, which I am now using on my foot. We'll have to wait and see, but at least Nehanda enjoyed helping me put the entire mess together!

On that note, we have reached Wood Betony in my Herb notes tonight.

(Wood) Betony [Stachys Betonica], also known as Bishopswort, is a pretty woodland plant, met with frequently throughout England, but by no means common in Scotland. Though generally growing in woods and copses, it is occasionally to be found in more open situations, and amongst the tangled growths on heaths and moors.

There are five species of Stachys known that grow both cultivated and wild - the once much-valued Betony (S. Betonica); the Marsh Stachys, or Clown's Woundwort (S. palustris); the true Woundwort (S. Germanica), a doubtful native, occurring occasionally on limestone soils in England, but very common on the Continent, where the dense covering of its leaves was at one time in rustic surgery employed in the place of lint for dressing wounds, the low-creeping Field Stachys (S. arvensis); and the Hedge Stachys, or Hedge Woundwort (S. sylvatica), perhaps the commonest of them all.

The Wood Betony (S. Betonica according to present-day nomenclature, though nemed Betonica officinalis, by Linnaeus) was held in high repute not only in the Middle Ages, but also by the Greeks who extolled its qualities. An old Italian proverb, ' Sell your coat and buy Betony, ' and 'He has as many virtues as Betony,' a saying of the Spaniards, show what value was placed on its remedial properties. Antonius Musa, chief physician to the Emperor Augustus, wrote a long treatise, showing it was a certain cure for no less than forty seven diseases.

Throughout the centuries, faith in its virtues as a panacea for all ills was thoroughly ingrained in the popular estimation. It was largely cultivated in the physic gardens, both of the apothecaries and the monasteries, and may still be found growing about the sites of these ancient buildings. Robert Turner, a physician writing in the latter half of the seventeenth century, recounts nearly thirty complaints for which Betony was considered efficacious, and adds, 'I shall conclude with the words I have found in an old manuscript under the virtues of it: "More than all this have been proved of Betony." '

In addition to its medicinal virtues, Betony was endowed with power against evil spirits. On this account, it was carefully planted in churchyards and hung about the neck as an amulet or charm, sanctifying, as Erasmus tells us, 'those that carried it about them,' and being also 'good against fearful visions' and an efficacious means of 'driving away devils and despair.' An old writer, Apelius, says, 'It is good whether for the man's soul or for his body; it shields him against visions and dreams, and the wort is very wholesome, and thus thou shalt gather it, in the month of August without the use of iron; and when thou hast gathered it, shake the mold till nought of it cleave thereon, and then dry it in the shade very thoroughly, and with its root altogether reduce it to dust: then use it and take of it when thou needst.'

Many extravagant superstitions grew up round Betony, one, of very ancient date, was that serpents would fight and kill each other if placed within a ring composed of it; and others declared that even wild beasts recognized its efficacy and used it if wounded, and that stags, if wounded with a dart, would search out Betony, and, eating it, be cured.

Betony was once the sovereign remedy for all maladies of the head, and its properties as a nervine and tonic are still acknowledged, though it is more frequently employed in combination with other nervines than alone. It is useful in hysteria, palpitations pain in the head and face, neuralgia and all nervous affections. In the Medicina Britannica (1666) we read: 'I have known the most obstinate headaches cured by daily breakfasting for a month or six weeks on a decoction of Betony made with new milk and strained.'

As an aromatic, it has also astringent and alterative action, and combined with other remedies is used as a tonic in dyspepsia and as an alterative in rheumatism, scrofula and impurities of the blood. The weak infusion forms a very acceptable substitute for tea, and in this way is extensively used in many localities. It has somewhat the taste of tea and all the good qualities of it, without the bad ones. To make Betony tea, pour a pint of boiling water on an ounce of the dried herb. A wineglassful of this decoction three times a dayproves a benefit against languid nervous headaches.

The dried herb may also be smoked as tobacco, combined with Eyebright and Coltsfoot, for relieving headache. A pinch of the powdered herb will provoke violent sneezing. The dried leaves formed an ingredient in Rowley's British Herb Snuff, which was at one time quite famous for headaches.

The fresh leaves are said to have an intoxicating effect. They have been used to dye wool a fine yellow.

Gerard tells us, among other uses, that Betony, 'preserveth the lives and bodies of men from the danger of epidemical diseases. It helpeth those that loathe and cannot digest their food. It is used either dry or green either the root or herb - or the flowers, drunk in broth or meat or made into conserve syrup, water, electuary or powder - as everyone may best frame themselves, or as time or season requires.'

He proceeds to say that the herb cures the jaundice, falling sickness, palsy, convulsions, gout, dropsy and head troubles, and that 'the powder mixed with honey is no less available for all sorts of colds or cough, wheezing, of shortness of breath and consumption,' also that 'the decoction made with mead and Pennyroyal is good for putrid agues,' and made in wine is good as a vermifuge, 'and also removes obstructions of the spleen and liver.' Again, 'the decoction with wine gargled in the mouth easeth the toothache.... It is a cure for the bites of mad dogs.... A dram of the powder taken with a little honey in some vinegar is good for refreshing those that are wearied by travel. It stayeth bleeding at the nose and mouth, and helpeth those that spit blood, and is good for those that have a rupture and are bruised. The green herb bruised, or the juice, applied to any inward hurt, or outward wound in body or head will quickly heal and close it up. It will draw forth any broken bone or splinter, thorn or other thing gotten into the flesh, also healeth old sores or ulcers and boils. The root is displeasing both to taste and stomach, whereas the leaves and flowers by their sweet and spicy taste, comfort both in meat and medicine.'



I should include here that betony is one of the plants included in the mess currently sitting on my ankle. I hope all of this is true!


Foenix put her pen down and sighed. It was almost time for bed, and she was really looking forward to it.

Nehanda came winging in to perch by her foot, leaning over to check the compress with a concerned "merp."

"It's okay, sweetie. I'm sure things are working," Foenix said with a laugh. "In fact . . ." The red-head paused and leaned forward with a little frown. She lifted the compress to check beneath it, and noticed that the swelling had definitely gone down. "Come to think of it, it's not hurting as much, either," she smiled. "Nehanda, i think we've just completed our first successful herbal remedy!"
PostPosted: Mon Feb 21, 2005 6:14 am


Foenix sat on the porch and enjoyed the late morning sunlight as it slowly trailed over the tree tops and turned her yard into a shimmering fairy land. She shivered a bit, and looked forward to when that sunlight would warm the air enough for her to remove the heavy sweater and shawl she wore.

Nehanda was, not surprisingly, out in her gardens, busily plucking up the weeds and eating the occasional bug. Upom reaching the end of a row, she sat back on her haunches and craned her neck back toward Foenix. The little gryphon gave a soft "merp" that barely carried to her guardian.

Foenix looked over in startlement, and smiled. "Sorry, sweetie. I got distracted for a moment. Where were we?" I held up "Daughter of the Forest", and glanced down at the page. ""We're almost finished with the story, Nehanda. I think I have the sequel around somewhere, of we can always start something else."

A complacent and slightly preoccupied "merp" was her only response, as Nehanda reapplied herself to the task at hand. Nahda flew to join her, holding the battered old watering can.

Foenix made a note to herself to talk to Rehujo about a new one, lifted the book.

"You risked much, to give your love to such a one.

"I stared at him. Love?

"Did you not know, until now, when you must say goodbye? Then he let me look into his mind. Pictures, no words. There was a reedy shore, a place of shelter and serenity. There was a tiny white beach, and a stretch of tranquil lake water. On it swam a beautiful swan, her neck proudly arched, her eyes clear and bright. Beside her, two downy young ones but half fledged, dipping and splashing in the water. I too have said my farewells. The image faded. My brother's face held nothing but a distant, remote sadness. I had a little time. More then you have had. But I fear the cold, and the wolf, and the long loneliness. More then I can tell you, I fear for them.

"He, too, had made a terrible choice. A swan mates for life. I reached out and took his hand. In the end, there was no choice. The seven of us were one; and each was a part of the seven. We must always be there, for one another."


Foenix put down the book as she finished this current chapter and looked once more at her little charge. Nehanda was so very smart in many ways, but childishly innocent and unaware in countless others. She wondered if these passages touched the little gryphon as deeply as they touched her.

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 6:35 am


Foenix sat at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal and her customary mug of tea before her. Outside, the sun had not yet risen, and the yard would soon be covered in a light coat of dew.

Despite her usual preference for lazy mornings, Foenix had gotten up hours ago. she had spent some time at her desk, getting some work done, and had visited each member of her unique family, tucking in blankets, kissing foreheads, and generally just making sure that all was right in their sleeping worlds.

Now, however, she stared down at the journal entry she had written last night.

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2.21.05

Nehanda and I had our first fight tonight. I don't think you could really call it an argument; it's difficult to argue with someone whose only response is "merp!" But it was definitely a fight.

I had been upsrairs, putting Nahda to bed. The little thing was still a bit out of it after her knock on the head over at Fae's -even an entire day later!- and she was incredibly clingy. Perhaps I should say cuddly and in need of comfort, but it really comes down to the same thing. It took me a while to have her close her eyes.

I came downstairs and heard noises coming from the kitchen. Nehanda was fluttering over the stove. I suppose those toes of hers are just mobile enough to turn on a burner, because she was hovering around a pot that she had placed upon a lit burner. She was putting various herbs in, and I could smell wine and honey. Both liquids had been spilt over the counter, and bits and pieces of plants littered the floor.

The flames of the burner were too high, and one lick of fire nearly caught a wing feather.

I . . . snapped. Having just come from dealing with one injured child, I was not prepared to see another hurt. The one thing that I can often be accused of is over-protectiveness.

I ran in and turned the burner off. Then I began to to yell at Nehanda. I mean, I was really tearing into her. I said some things that I didn't mean, about her garden and the herbs, and whatever she was trying to do with her concotion.

The little gryphon was flying around me, merping at the top of her lungs, and her body language was very angry. Eventually, I played the parental "Because I said so" card, and sent her off to bed. Then I turned to the pot to start cleaning up after her. Astonishingly, what I smelled and saw matched, exactly, one of the recipes I had written down for a headache-relief potion.

Nehanda had been trying to make Nahda feel better.

I felt like an over-protective fool.

I cleaned up, and came into my room, where I am now, sitting at my desk. Nahanda must be upstairs, with Nahda; I can't blame her for wanting to avoid me.

I can't say I'm really in the mood now to write about herb lore, but I did promise myself. So here it is, and then I'm finishing this entry and going to bed.

Bloodroot [Sanguinaria Candensis] is also known as Indian Paint, Tetterwort, Red Pucoon, Red Root, Paucon, Coon Root, Snakebite, and Sweet Slumber. A perennial plant, it is one of the earliest and most beautiful spring flowers. It has a lovely white flower and produces only a single leaf and a flowering scape about 6 inches high. When the leaf first appears it is wrapped round the flower bud and is a greyish-green colour covered with a downy bloom - Leaves palmate five to nine lobed, 6 to 10 inches long. After flowering the leaves increase in size, the underside paler showing prominent veins. The white flower is wax-like with golden stamens. The seed is an oblong narrow pod about 1 inch long. The rootstock is thick, round and fleshy, slightly curved at ends, and contains an orange-red juice, and is about 1 to 4 inches long, with orange-red rootlets. When dried it breaks with a short sharp fracture, little smell, taste bitter acrid and persistent, powdered root causes sneezing and irritation of the nose. The root is collected in the autumn, after leaves die down; it must be stored in a dry place or it quickly deteriorates.

Bloodroot is an emetic cathartic expectorant and emmenagogue, and of great value in atonic dyspepsia, asthma, bronchitis and croup. (The taste is so nauseating, that it may cause expectorant action.) Of value in pulmonary consumption, nervous irritation and helpful in lowering high pulse, and in heart disease and weakness and palpitation of heart of great use. For ringworm apply the fluid extract. Also good for torpid liver, scrofula, dysentery. It is applied to fungoid growths, ulcers fleshy excrescences, cancerous affections and as an escharotic. Sanguinaria root is chiefly used as an expectorant for chronic bronchitis and as a local application in chronic eczema, specially when secondary to varicose ulcers. In toxic doses, it causes burning in the stomach, intense thirst, vomiting, faintness vertigo, intense prostration with dimness of eyesight.

The root has long been used by the American Indians as a dye for their bodies and clothes and has been used successfully by American and French dyers.




Foenix closed the journal and picked up her spoon, eating methodically and without really tasting the food. She had to figure out how to both apologize to Nehanda and explain to the little gryphon why she had been upset.

That really wasn't going to be easy.
PostPosted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 8:55 am


"Kylara, have you seen Nehanda?" Foenix walked into the main room, carrying a very large, flat box with a ribbon tied around it in a bow.

"I think she's upstairs, with the seedlings." The Jivvin looked up from Spotty, who was currently trying desperately to escape a cleaning.

The red-head nodded, and headed up the stairs. "Nehanda?" Sure enough, the little gryphon was standing upon one of the tables that held the pots of delicate seedlings. She was rooting around in the peat soil, loosening the seedling roots, making sure that enough water was reaching the little plants.

'Nahanda."

The swan/horse didn't turn around.

Foenix sighed and placed a hand on her hip. "I'm sorry about last night. You know you're not supposed to work around fire if I'm not there, and it made me very unhappy to see the mess you'd made. But I shouldn't have yelled at you, and I'm sorry."

Still no response.

Foenix looked around, and then walked closer to her angry charge. "i'm going over to leave Aly's birthday present for him. I'd like it if you cam e with me, but I won't make you. And wouldn't you like to see Acia?"

The gryphon merped softly to herself and continued to work with her plants, pointedly ignoring Foenix.

She finally sighed and turned around. "I hope you'll forgive me. I'll be back in an hour, and maybe we can talk then."

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PostPosted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 10:52 am


Foenix limped in through the door and flopped onto the sofa with a deep sigh of relief. She had dropped Aly's birthday gift off by his door, and made her way slowly back home, but her ankle was throbbing.

(Gift drop-off and reception here.)

Kylara poked her head in from the kitchen. "Foenix, you're back. I think Nehanda has something for you in your bedroom. I supervised, so don't get all worried."

Her brow furrowed, Foenix acknowledged the jivvin and pushed herself upright. It didn't seem, in her opinion, anyway, a good start when Kylara immediately told her not to worry. But if this got Nehanda to "talk" to her again, it would certainly be worth it.

"Nehanda?" The gryphon was sitting on foenix's desk, a bowl and some cloths beside her. A very strong herbal scent was wafting up from the bowl, and Foenix limped forward for a closer look. "What's this, sweetie? Kylara told me that she helped you make something."

The gryphon nodded, and merped, indicating with head and wings that her guardian was supposed to sit down. When Foenix looked more closely at the mess in the bowl, she smiled suddenly.

"This is more of the concoction you whipped up last night, isn't it? Good for . . ." She scanned her memory, "Bruises and swelling, right?" She quickly made a compress of the herbs and cloths, and wrapped her ankle.

"Does this mean you forgive me? I really am sorry for yelling. I'm not perfect, sweetie, but I really do love you." Foenix picked Nehanda up and nuzzled the little gryphon in her lap.

When Kylara peeked in twenty minutes later, she grinned. foenix had fallen asleep in her chair, head back and little snores emerging from her mouth. Nehanda was in a very similar position, allowing for differences due to physionomy, in the human's lap.

It looked as though things were back to normal.
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 8:47 am


Foenix stepped away from the kitchen counter wth a proud smile. "What do you think, guys?" The cake was a masterpiece; three layers of gooey chocolate, with creamy icing of ivory and blue buttercream. Foenix had been tempted to put rasberry filling in between the layers, but wasn't sure whether or not Alyosha liked rasberries.

*Looks pretty incredible, Foenix,* commented Kylara. *Good job.*

"Cake!" yelled Nahda. "When can I eat it?"

Foenix tried to hide her grin as she looked down at the Tahnee. "You can have a little slice after Alyosha had blown out the candle. Now, do we have everything we need?" She looked at her own large bag of party supplies.

*I think so.* Kylara reached her head around to tug at the pack strapped across her shoulders. *As soon as Nehanda gets her little pony butt down here, we can leave.*

Sure enough, the little gryphon was already hurrying down the stairs from the second floor. She held a pretty rose in her beak, and was trying hard to merp proudly around the stem.

"Nehanda, is that the bud that opened this morning?" Foenix asked with astonishment. She found it a bit hard to believe that the Aerandir would be so willing to give up that very first blossom.

But the gryphon nodded, and fle intently toward the door.

"All right, folks, let's go throw Aly a party!" Foenix put a cover over the cake stand, hefted her bag, and led her crew out toward the Center.

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 3:12 pm


((Posting this now, in case I don't get a chance later tonight . . .))

Foenix poked rather absent-mindedly at a left-over slice of cake as she thought about the day's events. All of the children (which was how she thought of her charges) were in bed, and the house was silent, save for the usual creaks. Outside, there was a light breeze, and Foenix could look outside at the trees as their branches and leaves danced slightly.

Stifling a yawn, she put down the fork and picked up her pen.

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2.23.05

Nehanda woke me up this morning with excited merps, jumping all over the bed. It would seem that one of her little rose bushes had sprouted its very first blossom, and it was a lovely peach bloom. Well, needless to say, she was quite proud of herself! The sweetest thing, however, is that she decided to give the rose to Aly.

And speaking of which, it was his birthday today. We brought balloons and food over to the Comuunity Center, and had ourselves a little party. (Party.)

It was pretty quiet for a few hours, but then Aly showed up, and Fae, and things were a bit more fun.

I'm tired, so here's my herbal info for the day:
We're into the C's now!

Calamint [Calamintha officinalis] also goes by Mill Mountain, Mountain Balm, Basil Thyme, and Mountain Mint. It belongs to a genus closely related to both the Thymes and to Catnep and Ground Ivy. It is an erect, bushy plant with square stems, rarely more than a foot high, bearing pairs of opposite leaves, which, like the stems, are downy with soft hairs. The flowers bloom in July and August, and are somewhat inconspicuous, drooping gracefully before expansion: the corollas are of a light purple colour.

The plant grows by waysides and in hedges, and is not uncommon, especially in dry places. It may be cultivated as a hardy perennial, propagated by seeds sown outdoors in April, by cuttings of side shoots in cold frames in spring, or by division of roots in October and April.

Calamint is a diaphoretic, expectorant, and an aromatic. The whole herb has a sweet, aromatic odour and an infusion of the dried leaves, collected about July, when in their best condition and dried in the same way as Catmint tops, makes a pleasant cordial tea, which was formerly much taken for weaknesses of the stomach and flatulent colic. It is useful in hysterical complaints, and a conserve made of the young fresh tops has been used, for this purpose.

Culpepper says that it 'is very efficacious in all afflictions of the brain,' that it 'relieves convulsions and cramps, shortness of breath or choleric pains in the stomach or bowels,' and that 'it cures the yellow jaundice.' He also recommends it, taken with salt and honey, for killing worms:

'It relieves those who have the leprosy, taken inwardly, drinking whey after it, or the green herb outwardly applied, and that it taketh away black and blue marks in the face, and maketh black scars become well coloured, if the green herb (not the dry) be boiled in wine and laid to the place or the place washed therewith.'

He also considers it 'helpful to them that have a tertian ague,' and beneficial in all disorders of the gall and spleen.

Gerard says, 'the seede cureth the infirmities of the hart, taketh away sorrowfulnesse which commeth of melancholie, and maketh a man merrie and glad.'

The Lesser Calamint [Calamintha nepeta] is a variety of the herb possessing almost superior virtues, with a stronger odour, resembling that of Pennyroyal, and a moderately pungent taste somewhat like Spearmint, but warmer. It is scarcely distinct from C. officinalis, and by some botanists is considered a sub-species. The leaves are more strongly toothed, and it bears its flowers on longer stalks. Both this and the Common Calamint seem to have been used indifferently in the old practice of medicine under the name of Calamint.

The name of the genus, Calamintha, is derived from the Greek Kalos (excellent because of the ancient belief in its power to drive away serpents and the dreaded basilisk - the fabled king of the serpents, whose very glance was fatal.

PostPosted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:06 pm


Foenix sat in the middle of the garden, perched carefully on her heels so that she would not accidentally trod upon any of the delicate plants. There was a certain section of the garden that Nehanda was simply not allowed to tend at this point.

There were certain plants and herbs with very strong medicinal properties - if properly prepared and applied externally. If ingested, however, they were well- known to be fatal. Since Nehanda's current method of tending her garden was by pulling weeds and trimming shoots with her bill, well . . . Foenix had simply chosen to uproot several of these and transplant them at the south end of the garden plot.

"You know," she remarked to the little gryphon, who was currently busy at the other end of the plot, "I can almost see why you spend most of he day out here. There's really something quite soothing about the feel of fresh dirt on your hands. and the plants all smell so wonderful."

It was quite true, after all. The scents of mint, chamomile, sage, thyme, and two dozen other herbs mingled in the afternoon air. The smells were actaully making Foenix think of looking into the preparation of lotions and scented oils. It couldn't be much harder to make those then it was to make a compress or decoction, right?

Nehanda merped placidly in agreement, and the two continued with their work.

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PostPosted: Fri Feb 25, 2005 7:17 am


Foenix sat on the sofa, a bowl of cereal held in her lap and a mug of mint tea standing on the coffee table in front of her. She could hear Nehanda and Nahda "tending" to the plants upstairs; in reality, it sounded as though they were simply playing chase around the room.

She absently chewed her lip as she read over her latest journal entry.

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2.25.05

Big happenings on the Island. Kiiato has fallen very ill -something about the island environment- and has been moved back to the mainland. As a result, poor little Keanu was left without a guardian. Poor Aly; he really was rather beside himself!

Fortunately, one of the newcomers to the island, Kamileun, has been givin guardianship. I know her from other shops back in Gaia, and she's a very pleasant, intelligent person. It will be nice to see her around Cetalu.

As for myself, I have to go on a trip next week. I'll probably be leaving Nehanda and Nahda with Fae, Pueblo, and Twizzler. I can't say i like the idea of leaving my little girls behind, but . . . I really think they'd be very unhappy -and bored, more dangerously- if along for this trip.

But enough. Herbal study for the day . . .

Catmint [Nepeta cataria] is better known as Catnep. A wild English plant belonging to the large family Labiatae, of which the Mints and Deadnettles are also members, it is generally distributed throughout the central and the southern counties of England, in hedgerows, borders of fields, and on dry banks and waste ground, especially in chalky and gravelly soil. It is less common in the north, very local in Scotland and rare in Ireland, but of frequent occurrence in the whole of Europe and temperate Asia, and also common in North Arnerica, where originally. however. it was an introduced species.

The root is perennial and sends up square, erect and branched stems, 2 to 3 feet high, which are very leafy and covered with a mealy down. The heartshaped, toothed leaves are also covered with a soft, close down, especially on the under sides, which are quite white with it, so that the whole plant has a hoary, greyish appearance, as though it had had dust blown over it.

The flowers grow on short footstalks in dense whorls, which towards the summit of the stem are so close as almost to form a spike. They are in bloom from July to September. The individual flowers are small, the corollas two-lipped, the upper lip straight, of a whitish or pale pink colour, dotted with red spots, the anthers a deep red colour. The calyx tube has fifteen ribs, a distinguishing feature of the genus Nepeta, to which this species belongs.

The plant has an aromatic, characteristic odour, which bears a certain resemblance to that of both Mint and Pennyroyal. It is owing to this scent that it has a strange fascination for cats, who will destroy any plant of it that may happen to be bruised. There is an old saying about this plant:
'If you set it, the cats will eat it,
If you sow it, the cats don't know it.'

And it seems to be a fact that plants transplanted are always destroyed by cats unless protected, but they never meddle with the plants raised from seed, being only attracted to it when it is in a withering state, or when the peculiar scent of the plant is excited by being bruised in gathering or transplanting.

In France the leaves and young shoots are used for seasoning, and it is regularly grown amongst kitchen herbs for the purpose. Both there and in this country, it has an old reputation for its value as a medicinal herb. Miss Bardswell, in The Herb Garden, writes of Catmint, 'Before the use of tea from China, our English peasantry were in the habit of brewing Catmint Tea, which they said was quite as pleasant and a good deal more wholesome. Ellen Montgomery in The Wide, Wide World made Catmint Tea for Miss Fortune when she was ill. It is stimulating. The root when chewed is said to make the most gentle person fierce and quarrelsome, and there is a legend of a certain hangman who could never screw up his courage to the point of hanging anybody till he had partaken of it. Rats dislike the plant particularly, and will not approach it even when driven by hunger.'

This dislike of rats for Catmint might well be utilized by growing it round other valuable crops as a protective screen.

Closely allied to the Catmint is the Ground Ivy (Nepeta glechoma, Benth.), named Glechoma hederacea by Linnaeus.

The flowering tops are the part utilized in medicine and are harvested when the plant is in full bloom in August. A carminative, tonic, diaphoretic, refrigerant and slightly emmenagogue, it is specially antispasmodic, and mildly stimulating.

Producing free perspiration, it is very useful in colds. Catnep Tea is a valuable drink in every case of fever, because of its action in inducing sleep and producing perspiration without increasing the heat of the system. It is good in restlessness, colic, insanity and nervousness, and is used as a mild nervine for children, one of its chief uses being, indeed, in the treatment of children's ailments. The infusion of 1 OZ. to a pint of boiling water may be taken by adults in doses of 2 tablespoonsful, by children in 2 or 3 teaspoonsful frequently, to relieve pain and flatulence. An injection of Catnep Tea is also used for colicky pains.

The herb should always be infused, boiling will spoil it. Its qualities are somewhat volatile, hence when made it should be covered up. The tea may be drunk freely, but if taken in very large doses when warm, it frequently acts as an emetic. It has proved efficacious in nervous headaches and as an emmenagogue, though for the latter purpose, it is preferable to use Catnep, not as a warm tea, but to express the juice of the green herb and take it in tablespoonful doses, three times a day. An injection of the tea also relieves headache and hysteria, by its immediate action upon the sacral plexus. The young tops, made into a conserve, have been found serviceable for nightmare.

Catnep may be combined with other agents of a more decidedly diaphoretic nature. Equal parts of warm Catnep tea and Saffron are excellent in scarlet-fever and small-pox, as well as colds and hysterics. It will relieve painful swellings when applied in the form of a poultice or fomentation.

Old writers recommended a decoction of the herb, sweetened with honey for relieving a cough, and Culpepper tells us also that 'the juice drunk in wine is good for bruises,' and that 'the green leaves bruised and made into an ointment is effectual for piles,' and that 'the head washed with a decoction taketh away scabs, scurf, etc.'



Foenix looked up and listened to the delighted shrieks and merps coming from above her head. They'd be just fine with Fae, right?
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