Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Fireworks All Season Long

Commence eye rolling if you are an expert on shrubs as I am about to take up in the same instance two completely unrelated natives and somehow figure out how to tie them in together. My inspiration for doing so is nothing more than both the Staghorn sumac and the American witch-hazel caught my eye this week. The witch-hazel is growing near the end of my driveway (though typically found in the shady under story) and the sumac is growing on the edge of a sunny hay field here in Vernon.

On the Fourth of July, we  attended a fireworks display at my mom's park where the intensity of the display was such that it exhausted my senses.  The number and magnitude of bursting lights made it nearly impossible to enjoy each individual firework and I was somewhat relieved when the grand finale was over.  Sometimes I feel that same way in the spring when all of the yards in Vernon are ablaze with crabapple, forsythia, purple lilacs and rhododendrons. Neighborhoods are so saturated with color that the cooling peace of the long white winter can feel desirable.  The trouble with gardening in southern Vermont is that after the spring rainbows are overtaken by the heat of summer all of the colors fade into green lawns and leaves. Call me picky; but this is the time of the year that I often find myself at a nursery in search of  shrubs that bloom when most people are fleeing their yards for cool brooks and lakes.

It was on a hot day much like today that I selected my witch hazel shrub for its label which stated that it is the last shrub to bloom in the fall - how intriguing! I have not been disappointed with its celebratory, wrinkly, ribbon like blooms that open after most of its leaves have dropped. How wonderful that I could begin my growing season with yellow forsythia and end it with yellow witch hazel! Since its  planting, I haven't had to give the shrub much thought as it is native and hardy, so it was odd that I happened to wander over to it and found that for the first time it had seed pods. I already  knew that witch hazel is traditionally used for making astringent and treating various skin irritations and I  found many sites including Web MD, that list additional medicinal uses for it. I am including a link that shows how to prepare an indigenous tea made from its bark, twigs and leaves.  But it was when I was researching its exploding seeds (yes I said exploding) that I learned a bit of history on a US Forest Service site. It seems that witch hazel got its name from Europeans who observed the indigenous peoples of our area using the shrub's twigs as divining rods. So if your well ever gives out, please feel free to take a twig from my shrub to help you find underground water.

 A shrub stopped me in my tracks while on my morning walk today.  Though I find its leaves to be enchanting, almost fairy like, dancing on warm gentle breezes, it wasn't its graceful form that caught my eye. Who could possibly ignore the flaming red, torch like berry clusters at the tips of the Staghorn sumac? It seems this summer is slipping past faster than I had thought and its vibrancy shocked me into counting the remaining days until the start of the school year. Thirty days and some change to be exact. I have always loved this native; but I have kept it at a distance because it makes me itch. I never knew why I reacted to it until our school's artist in residence Judy Dow took our class on a walk. Ms. Dow mentioned that sumac is in the cashew family and that a tea could be made out of the fruit that tastes like lemonade. Here is the lemonade tea recipe  which when prepared correctly contains vitamin C.  I have nut allergies so it is probably a good thing that I have never tried it! Interestingly, I found that like witch hazel, sumac can also be used to make traditional treatments like astringents. Here is a resource that lists some of the Native American uses for sumac. A quick internet search brought up more uses than I have room for here, so I encourage you to explore.

So what do these two seemingly different shrubs have in common? Though they are both found growing in very different sites and they really look nothing alike, in my estimation they provide us with a native celebration of color, food and tradition during the season of green.

Fuzz covered red berries on Staghorn sumac

American witch hazel seed pods explode shooting seeds 30 feet away from the shrub

Staghorn sumac leaf

American witch hazel leaf

Staghorn sumac twig

American witch hazel twig

Disclaimer: I am not a healer of any stretch of the imagination. Any medication can be toxic even natural forms rendered from plants, shrubs, flowers and trees. Please do not consume witch hazel or sumac without first checking with your doctor. However, do enjoy their festive displays of colors after the spring blooms have faded. - Norma Manning

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Golf Course or Dinner Course?

With all of this social distancing going on, I have noticed a flurry of people in Vernon working on their yards. I have been patiently avoiding yard cleanup however, not because I am still sporting my winter physique (I am); but because one of my friends on social media posted that yard work should wait until soil temperature is consistently fifty degrees or greater. The topic of her post was on how to preserve and encourage beneficial insects who are still overwintering under leaves and in dead plant stalks.  I am a proud owner of a, "Pardon the weeds, I'm feeding the bees" sign and don't want to appear a hypocrite. So that is my case for procrastination as I sit here typing instead of sprucing up.

It was on April 2nd that Mary Miller shared, "Mullein is out if you want to make some tea which is good for respiratory ailments...Wash and boil- Fresh. You can dry, but fresh is so much better!" Mary included a photograph which caused me to pause. This Mullein is the same wicked weed that I had been struggling to eliminate from my yard due to its prolific nature, insanely difficult to remove tap root and let's face it, less than rewarding yellow flower cluster at the tippy top of a very tall plant.  I'm not one to turn my back on volunteers especially when they are native plants, and it has been observed by casual passersby that I have an, "English garden"; but this Mullein had been on my hit list for some time. Queen Anne's Lace / wild carrot is so much easier to love; but it seems that I am in need of an attitude adjustment. I do love a nice cup of tea.

I grew up with a father who didn't allow his five children to play or walk on the grass because, "It hurt the sidewalks feelings." I spent countless hours of my youth following him around the yard picking up after his manicuring even blades of green grass and shaping shrubs. I come by my distaste for golf course lawns honestly.  My mom was the true gardener in the family and she is the person who instilled in me the value of growing food and flowers. Cutting Chive, picking green beans and pulling beets somehow seldom felt like a chore. It is my mom who passed down my Grandma Anna's small but beautifully scented yellow irises that I have grown for thirty years. Mom is also the reason that I pot red Geraniums every spring as she still does to  honor her father.

Mom taught me to love growing things; but my gardening style is much less formal and much more welcoming of what she would label weeds and vermin. While others spread weed and feed lawn food, I spread white clover and native seeds that I gleaned from fields and ditches. Wayne has learned that when I have him stop the car, we are either gathering seeds or checking out a nice rock. I view my gardening efforts as much as a benefit to my family as I do as a benefit to wildlife and the environment. After all neighbors, birds and bees have to eat too!

I often wonder about a generation that finds that mono-crop called "the lawn" so pleasing as to spend gobs of money and time eliminating most of what is of real value to humans and wildlife. But then I think about my Grandma Anna and how she used to harvest Dandelion leaves in the spring to boil and clean out her system. My Grandfather Maurice even experimented with Dandelion wine. Anna used to pick wild strawberries from her yard to make pies, she picked wild crab apples to make jelly and always kept a patch of wild raspberries along the edge of the woods. I learned not so long ago that Juniper berries are used to make gin.  A long time ago I found out that rose hips are full of vitamin c but not very palatable right off of the bush, and last spring, I ate my first plate of Fiddleheads. I suppose what I am "driving" at is that there is little need to go to the grocery store to buy tea, pies and greens when it could already be growing in your yard. Hurray for the English garden! -Norma Manning
Mullein tea is good for respiratory ailments - by Marry Miller

Dandelion greens and roots from my yard are harvested for "cleansing".

Wild Raspberries have the most amazing smelling flowers and thickets provide wildlife shelter