Signs of Spring

Helleborus orientalis, hellebore

The Hellebores have been blooming since late January, & the snowdrops not far behind bursting through the snow the first week of February.

Last week the crocuses bejeweled the grounds, more than we’ve ever been blessed with before, heralding the true coming of spring.
In the woods we were delighted to find the dazzling winter aconites brightening up the brown landscape down by the creek.

The birdsong is growing evermore as the days are lengthening. Last week the first bluebird families were spotted in the garden from the small gazebo under the Ginkgo tree.
The pond has thawed for likely the last time, & we are anxiously awaiting the return of the pond choir.

The sunlight is lengthening as the pace of the garden is quickening. Seeds are being sown, plots cleaned & mulched, and more new sprouts are welcomed back each day.

We look forward to hosting you for (socially distanced & limited capacity) tours, workshops & volunteer days, so stay tuned in the coming weeks for event listings!

May the reawakening of the Earth inspire you to explore the beauty & magic blooming all around us.

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*❦A-S & the GFG team

Snowdrop sea behind the potting shed, Galanthus nivalis
Galanthus and Crocus
purple spring crocus, Crocus vernus
yellow spring crocus, Crocus luteus
half of the snowdrop circle down in the woods by the creek with Jim’s old thinking chair
the full snow drop circle visited by Annie-Sophie’s family in quiet springtime contemplation

The many faces of hellebore

hellebore holler dappled with dazzling crocus’
edible butterbur flower, Petasites japonicus
Narcissus bursting into spring through the leaf litter, daffodil shoots

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First day of 2021 Season

9 HAWKS graced my commute back to the garden this morning!! The first 4 in pairs: two playing just above the street at about overpass height, and the other two perched in neighboring trees even closer to the ground. Most of the rest were perched high in trees, or flying higher. Our resident hawk was screeching from the bamboo grove here at the garden when we visited C terrace to support the juniper, who’d dived downhill with one of the winter’s heavy snow or ice loads. Unfortunately I don’t know our Maryland species well enough to identify today’s, but every one of them makes my heart leap nonetheless. What a spectacular season opener it’s been!

Snowdrops, hellebores, and Giant Butterbur are blooming or budding all over – we’ll get you some pictures soon!

Today, I wanted to be sure to share our 2020 Annual Report with everyone. This season, you can expect more new offerings for children, an introduction to Botany by plant family series, in-depth with Invasives, and dining with (/on?!) cicadas, as our Herbal Giving, public tours, and volunteer days continue with everyone’s safety in mind. We’re opening our gates to high schoolers needing community service hours (send em our way if you’ve got em!), and you’ll also be hearing more about our initiative to diversify the traditions and lineage-keepers represented in our collection and programming.

Please reach out if you have any questions about upcoming programming, pandemic or other policies, or booking a private tour. We’re currently planning the children’s events, so if you have feedback or requests for what you’d like to see, let us know ASAP!

With warm screeching excitement, we look forward to welcoming you in the garden soon!

-Veri

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Autumn Tactics

Today’s project: recycling labels for the next generation of annuals.

We’ll be experimenting this year with more fall-sowing than usual, hoping to ease a bit of the springtime crunch by getting some seeds in ahead of the winter.

After washing all the labels we’d already collected, I headed out to sweep the garden for any more. This Eastern Ratsnake and I both stopped short when our paths intersected at the path around the Cancer Plot. I ran to grab my camera and when I came back, the roughly 6ft. long snake was moving fast through Holding Plot and into Aphrodisia.

Continuing my sweep for labels, I noticed this Echinacea blooming, but with the telltale green growths on its face indicating infection with Aster Yellows — a bacterial infection that’s been plaguing our Echinacea since at least last year.

We’ve already pulled over a dozen plants this season, because plants infected with [the phytoplasma(s?) that cause] Aster Yellows do not recover.

Completing my circuit of the garden, I encountered some friends blooming: Tagetes minuta (Southern Cone Marigold, says Wikipedia) native to the southern half of South America, and Saffron Crocus (Crocus sativa), famous as the source of the sublime, expensive spice saffron (threads of which are the stigma and styles of the flower!);

the pond sitting low, due to the long dry spells of late;

and this bright orange fruit startled me into checking on the other tangerines, all of which are still quite behind this early-ripening fallen fruit!

All in all, a lovely day in the garden.

Put me in the mood for a blast from my past: here’s Chicane’s “Autumn Tactics” that I used to listen to back in grad school!

Our remaining events this month are all nearly full but you may be able to snag the last spot for this weekend’s Herbal Giving or Volunteer Day or if you act fast! (Don’t worry though, we’ve got a liiittle bit more of everything on deck for early November: check back for a public tour, Fire Cider workshop, and more Herbal Giving and Volunteer opportunities, to be published soon)

I hope you’re all enjoying this incredible day in this gift of a season!
Thanks for checking in!
-Veri

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Abundance of August

from the Instagram archives: August 27, 2020
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The Green Farmacy Garden stands in solidarity

June 24, 2020
The Green Farmacy Garden stands in support and solidarity with the recent cultural uprising to defend and uplift Black life. In the weeks since the tragic and unjust killing of George Floyd, recognizing how he along with Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, Tony McDade, Rashard Brooks, and innumerable other Black Americans have suffered racist violence in this country, our organization has devoted time to discussing our personal experiences, perspectives, and goals in order to cohere an organizational stance and delineate ways to ensure that our work together serves a commitment to justice and cultural equity.
While there are rich traditions of herbal medicine historically and currently used by Black and Indigenous cultures around the world, the systemically racist culture of this country and others has sought to erase, demonize, and in some cases white-wash and re-sell the same traditions that allowed Black and Brown people to survive and thrive under violent systems of colonization and for millenia prior. Additionally, outdoor activities, access to green space, and land ownership are unequally distributed in a pattern reflective of white-dominated culture, making these activities less accessible and less safe for non-white people. Although we are a small piece of the puzzle in this community with only a few employees (who are all white), we are committed and present in our examination of the ways we have been complacent in these issues. We are working to unravel racism, white supremacy, and intersecting systems of oppression and repression within ourselves and our work. As land workers, lifelong students in the natural world, and educators with access to a rich array of resources, we claim our responsibility to share these gifts. We commit to collaboratively exploring ways the resources we steward can support needs and goals of Black people, Indigenous people, people of color, LGBTQ+ people, and people of other marginalized, oppressed, or forcefully assimilated communities.
Dr. Jim Duke’s legacy is one of inclusion, love, and fierce respect for diverse cultures’ experience with plants, medicine, and healing. We are working towards making The Green Farmacy Garden a place for all to safely experience the joy, wisdom, and interconnection of plants, community, music, science, and nature in a sanctuary of transformational empowerment and healing. To this end, we are implementing the following action steps to instill social justice into our work here:
1. We are opening conversations with members and leaders of groups historically underrepresented in mainstream herbalism about how to better represent their ethnobotanical history at this garden, and are offering space in the garden for people wanting to represent their histories of medicine and survival in a living materia medica.
2. We are launching a spirited effort toward making educational opportunities accessible across distance and financial ability through online opportunities and transportation solutions.
3. We will donate herbs and herbal preparations and services through Mutual Aid networks that benefit marginalized communities, as our resources allow.
4. We will continue exploring and implementing creative ways to increase the revenue of the garden so that funding can be sustainably funnelled into resources and opportunities for the communities who need them.
With love,
The Green Farmacy Garden team
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Hues of June

from the Instagram archives June 26, 2020

The heat of the summer is felt as the rising sun is lengthening. Peaceful energy and organized chaos amidst harmonies of every color essential.
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Natives & medicinals & ornamentals all weaving their thread into the tapestry of the garden. Nature ever entangling.
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The mating hawk calls & early peppers have given way to the wood frogs & night chorus.
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The coy pastels of spring have been shaded into the sultry hues of summer. Deep purples among frilly pinks and vibrant reds. Beckoning the care of pollinators below the bursting of green.
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Pond life is stirring and humming, predators & prey rippling together flowing in the same stream.
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The gardens and wild places are putting on their best palettes. Adorn the world with your gifts, and add your own brush stroke to the painting.
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As the sun warms your soul may the cool breeze kiss your cheeks & the fresh water tickle your toes.
Breathe & Indulge in summer’s comings
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with the Green Farmacy Garden team🌿

vibrant native Tradescantia virginiana: spiderwort💜
Oenothera pallida: pale evening primrose
summer pond
view up into the garden from the pond bench
Lithobates clamitans: green frog
Nymphaea, piink waterlily
Asclepia tuberosa, butterflyweed
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Dusk in the Garden

Salix, Pedasitis japonicus, Nigella damascena: varagated willow, butterbur, love-in-a-mist

Ma͏y 31, 2020

from the instagram archives



𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗


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The flighty breeze of spring is moving on in singsong as summer sweeps in.

Salvia officinalis, Valeriana officinalis, & Avena sativa – garden sage, valerian, & milky oats
Avena sativa & Valeriana


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We are so looking forward to the bursts & blossoms of high sun summertime.


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May the light kiss your shadows and the clouds cool your souls. To the season of abundance

Scutellaria barbata: barbat skullcap
Scutellaria barbata: barbat skullcap
Spigelia marilandica & Valeriana officinalis
variegated willow and mullein about to sun burst

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We have been busy bees and are so looking forward to seeing you in the garden soon

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Check the ‘Tours and Workshops’ tab at the top of the page for the events calendar!
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Warm breeze & honey bees to you dear friends,

*❦A-S & the Green Farmacy Garden team

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Mid Spring Magic

From the Instagram archives: May 20, 2020

Forsythia
Hyacinth

The forsythias, early magnolias, hyacinths, & Primulas have made their march o’blooms & set the tune for spring’s ever cycling melodies.
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Magnolia liliiflora: lily magnolia
Primula veris: cowslip
Magnolia liliiflora
bluebells & red maples: Mertensia virginica & Acer palmatum
Halesia carolinia: Carolina silverbell

The harmonies of wisteria & peonies, Schisandra & silver bells, are ringing their final notes passing along the symphony.

Wisteria blooms
Wisteria on the vine by the barn
Wisteria harvest

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Somewhere in between the Viburnums, Packyra, Geraniums & fleabanes started their arioso weave to complete the round.

Packera aurea: golden ragwort
Geranium maculata: woodland geranium

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Each blooming piece playing an essential role, taking their turn to twirl in their thread, unfurling the breathtaking, infinite tapestry they all create together. For the beauty, well being, & soul nourishment of all.

Viburnum waterfall
Viburnum bloom

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Cyclical & in harmony, forever the same concert, orchestrated in slightly different tunes to weave a single symphony, arousing the coy joy of spring in all.


Paeonia suffruticosa: tree peony
Paeonia suffruticosa: tree peony
Paeonia offering a pop of pink in the drab beginnings of spring
Geranium maculatum: wild woodland geranium

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May we continue to be present, witness the magic, & encompass these lessons from nature as the turns continue…

May Day Pond

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We are so looking forward to when we can have volunteers & visitors in the garden again. The garden is longing for the people’s love & admiration, as are we to share it’s magic with you. The urge to pass on plant passion & knowledge is ever a flame, but not so much the urge to sit & type of it; conversation/in-person connection is the favored way to share:). Alas Spring has won the tug-of-urge game, hypnotizing us with its fleeting symphony, whisping us away in whimsy from modern distractions and back to the source. Where nurturing, reciprocity, & gratitude lead the tune. Pruning, seeding, weeding, mulching, & planting have blissfully consumed our time with spring’s ephemeral timelessness. We hope you’re taking time to take in nature’s magic, & maybe give a little back.
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Bursting blossoms, spring serenity, & May Day magic to you all💐✨
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*❦A-S & the GFG team💚

Aralia and butterbur o’er looking the pond
Hats off to Viola

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Spring’s Simple ReTreat : it’s all here.

 

 

*Spring’s Simple ReTreat*

it’s all there

 

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Claytonia virginica : spring beauty

 

We just passed the breathtaking tipping point. The beautiful balance between light and dark before the lengthening days take full stride. The vernal equinox is a time of vibrant beginnings and energized awakenings. Time for deep connection of distant rememberings. Disconnecting to reconnect, letting the faded blooms decay to nourish new life. The new growth sprinkling the landscape with gems of colorful renewal. Coaxing curiosity with breeze kisses to wander into the woods, dip your toes in, and saunter through the serene. It is joyful and colorful; coy and exuberant.

 

In many ancient cultures & traditions still remembered today, it has long been the beginning of spring by this turning point. Our region seems to be reflecting that quite beautifully this year with perennials barely hibernating & early bursts of blooms abound amidst historically cold times.

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Magnolia liliiflora : lily magnolia : with forsythia accent

Spring is alive amidst the fog and haze. Sure as new growth and life and death and decay. Just as the night ever overcomes, so does the long light always return. And then again retreat. But only after becoming suspended in balance, in Between.

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Prunus pendula : woodside edged weeping cherry blossoms

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Prunus pendula: dainty wild weeping cherry just sprinklin’ into bloom edging the driveway<3*

And then back in the flow again. No such time or date or balance. Always moving in this state and that, ever spiraling, changing, growing, fading. Nature, the season, and the cycles, all of Life, in an open-ended dance and endless unfolding. Weaving and twisting, separating and individualizing. Dancing and harmonizing and twisting… No constants or usual ‘normals’, simply steadily free flowing. Adapting and becoming, resilient and reserved. Brewing, executing, and observing all at once. The light, dark, above, below, within, without, between. It’s all there.

*.yellow hues of forsythia, celandine and narcissus illuminating moody spring tones

{{ does the light seem brighter in the dark? }} . *.yellow hues of forsythia, celandine and narcissus illuminating moody spring tunes.* .

We just passed the breathtaking tipping point. The beautiful balance between light and dark before the lengthening days take full stride. The vernal equinox is a time of vibrant beginnings and energized awakenings. Coaxing you with breeze kisses to wander into the woods, dip your toes in, and saunter through the serene. It is joyful and colorful; coy and exuberant.

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The moss-green pond skirted by butterbur hill, hugged by Magnolia grandiflora, wisped by forsythia, and backed by hellebore holler… stunning spring sight <*3

 

It’s the mist blanketing the sunrise, blurring the turning of immeasurable time. It’s the earth breathing with life, bubbling with mysteries, weaving white thread-less. It’s the symphony of early risers and late peepers, the morning phoebe call hopping a wobbled balance tune. It’s the natural pruning of spent stalks & heavy branches with the tender charm of the spring breeze. The broken, seasoned bits making way for new light to warm the depths. The careful selecting growth in gratitude for all of earth’s gifts and ethereal blessings. Blissful presence cultivated from the memories of passed seasons lovings and lessons. The next cycle nourished by the healing of before, wounds grow to woven knowns. It’s all there.

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Anemone blanda : woodland windflower : a fitting name for a welcome timely beauty in this cloudy winds-of-seasons-change time

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

 

It’s the forsythia glistening in the morning sun, dancing with life. It’s the call of the wood frogs, strong and keen and resting in the shadows. It’s the sweet, alluring scent on the changing breeze, dipping just in and out of reach, from the hyacinth, the lilac, sweet violets, the wild cherry, the… It’s the faint buzz of the drowsy first pollinators bumbling beneath the undergrow, calling & curiosity blazing the way. The flowers like flames to a yellow coal, nourishing and pleasurable.

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flaming Forsythia suspensa spring flags

 

It’s the soft fuzz of bud cover bursting gently at the crossroads, the blossoms finally breathing free. It’s the primal call of the hawk circling the waves, just out of sight and always in reach. It’s ancient pairings and new beginnings guiding through deep bone knowing. It’s the tingle of fresh, excited nettles waking you the last final bit from your deep slumber, welcoming you in. It’s the coy, playful bloodroots winking at you among the leafall, beckoning you to come seekcloser.

It’s the cackle of the wild turkeys joyful in the frolic. It’s the branches bearing to the weight and the earth catching the fall. It’s the kill, and spent parts, and past leaves feeding the next. Its the pruning of the old to nourish a’new. Its birds and fox and frogs fading and mating and renewing life. It’s the peeper harmonies in the evening, lulling you to ease. It’s gentle and sure and playful and persistent. Life and death, light and dark, rememberings and new beginnings. Coaxing you to distance closer and rediscover your neighbor. Uncover the truth and remember you.

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fiddleheads in the forest

 

Following the worn paths until unknown ones are made… surprising what leads where. That’s the only way light can pass through the breaks of dark, dawn, routine & sleep; the balance of Being & Flowing. You gotta get down in the dirt to find the new growth; dance up through the dark to find the new light {life}

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The woodland bridge crossing Grandpa’s Creek at the Yang trail… there’s new wildflower bulbs planted below the trees framing the bridge…

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
-How I go to the woods, Mary Oliver

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Jim Duke’s chair over looking Margo’s creek surrounded by snowdrop scircle

 

Nature is whole and yet never finished.

We are of Nature.

 

 

Take a peek into the creek or down the woodland path and see what finds you. Oh the treasures we find when we don’t even try. Does the light seem brighter in the dark? May you get lost in the woods to find your self. Your peace. Your place. You can only see the magic if you look. The answers, the questions, the mysteries the curiosities. The present. Its all there.

 

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vibrant Salvia rosmarinus, rosemary flowers backdropped by Forsythia

 

Colorful chaos amidst overcast benevolence births moody mornings transformed to warm sunny afternoons.

The new days light piercing through the foggy overlay, brightening to the birdsong harmonies.

The evening showers soothe the nerves lulled to ease by the peeper melodies.

New growth stirs underfoot & simultaneously bursting through the dank soul,

Ripe with new energy and fresh beginnings, burrowed deep in fallow soil & nourished by mysteries.

Pastels and neons and coy shades of spring dapple the fields & woodlands welcoming curiosities.

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A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest; keep us her

All simply in the springn of the year

 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard chite,

Like nothings else by day, like ghosts by night;

And make us happy in the happy bee,

The swarm filating round the perfect trees.

 

And make us happy in the darting bird

That suddenly above the bees is heard,

The metoer that thrusts in with needle bill,

And off a blossom in id-air stands still.

 

For this is lobe and nothing else is love,

The which it is reserved for (so) above

To sanctify to what far ends {it} will,

But which it only needs that we fulfill.

-Robert Frost

 

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SIlybum marianum : milk thistle, tonifying liver elixir

 

Fulfill your heart. Your joy. Your mind. Your gratitude. Your curiosity. Your presence. Your soul. This season, all seasons, every season. Take it day by day and see what unfolds. Ever growing and spiraling, weaving new quilts with past threads. Remember to love, explore, breathe, wonder and play. Delight in the beauty and magic that surrounds us. That we’re a part of. It’s all around you. Go out and enjoy it. It’s all waiting for you there.

~❦*A-S
03.20.2020

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*Oxalis stricta : tasty yellow wood sorrel.* .it’s all there.if only you look*

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dainty woodland Puschkinia scilloides : striped squill, hiding in the forest underleaf as springtime gems…

Who made the day?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean —
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die, at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

~The Summer Day, Mary Oliver

 

~❦*A-S
03.20.2020

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Narcissus pseudonarcissus : Daffodil

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We hope to see you in the Garden!

~❦*A-S
03.20.2020
::.*~> emersoncentral.com/ebook/nature.pdf <3*.::}
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Signs of Spring: Hellebores

The many faces (phases), & stories of Helleborus‘;

a gallery…*

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Helleborus niger / orientalis
lenten rose, christmas rose
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The Helleborus’ winter blooms had to be paid their proper breathtakingly due respect, before welcoming the colorful energy in the becoming of spring. These striking & modest shade hidden blooms carpet the woodland edge with their bright & moody bounty.

The hellebores have been blooming for over a month now beyond the Green Farmacy pond, blanketing the woodland edge below the hill, and lining the trails leading in. They’ve been coaxing us since the wee whisperings of spring upon the winter wind, easing us into the exploration & curiosity of the next season. Their mystic standstill of time leading to hidden hints, unveiling in the shadows of the woodland and garden.
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At the Green Farmacy Garden the pond is down at the bottom of the hill beyond the terraces, and below the water is where the hellebores, snow drops, then crocuses first peak up their heads, hinting to spring & welcoming us to emerge.
Walking down the delicate skeleton-lined garden levels, last autumn’s stalks rustle in the spring breeze & past seeds sprinkle the paths. Present Rejoicing in the cycles o the natural life unfolding   below, above, here & beyond. Changes Reminding us that there’s always life growing and budding infinitely.

Hellebores are of the family Ranunculaceae, from the Latin ranunculus, meaning little frog. They are aptly named, for much of this family, including the hellebores, prefer to grow in moist places near springs, wet meadows, or shaded woods, where frogs also love to be. It seems that these plants can hardly wait for spring to come, along with their amphibian kin, as they chorus at the first sign of a spring breeze.
They originated throughout Europe from Germany to the Alps of norther Italy to the south, as well as Greece and Asia minor, with the greatest concentration of species occurring in the Balkans. They are hardy in USDA zones 4-8b.

Helleborus will grow in any well-drained garden soil and is extremely shade tolerant. It is great for under plantings around shrubs and troublesome shady spots in the garden. Seedlings can be directly sowed or started indoors and transplanted no later than their second year. Sometimes it takes a few years for flowers to appear. Be patient and your hellebore will bloom by its third year. Divide as necessary in mid to late summer once the rootstock is big enough to be cut.

Hellebore can be extremely poisonous. It is best to wear gloves when working with it to avoid absorption through the skin. Wear gloves while harvesting. Harvest hellebore just after it blooms, on a moonless night, if you want to get fancy. Hang to dry and store in a sealed container away from moisture and light. Here at the Green Farmacy the Helleborus’ have taken their fill of the moist forest border beyond the pond and are well and happy spreading to their roots’ content.

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The gorgeous flowers bloom from midwinter to spring. They are a mystical perennial lining the woodland border paths below the pond here at The Green Farmacy. One cain’t help but to imagine a joyful nudge to get into the sludge from ol’ Jim, a lover and harmonizer of the frogs of all kinds -er the southern rainforest and northern lily ponds alike.

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Helleborus‘ offer breathtaking winter foliage of large pedate-parted leaves, reminiscent of many-fingered hands. They grow 8-14 inches tall, with striking flowers 2 or 3 inches large, with 5 petal-like sepals. The sepals surround a ring of cup-like nectaries, teeny yellow petals modified to hold precious nectar.
The flowers here at the Garden bloom in an array of deep mauves, carmines, blush pinks, piercing whites, & rose speckled cream. They love a delightfully dank & shady place, among shrubbery friends sprawled under woodlands. Once established the plant cares for itself.  For this reason it was traditionally planted above graves in Europe.  The petals catch the moonlight giving them an exquisite ghostly glow.
Though it resembles members of the rose family, Helleborus is part of the buttercup family. These two families are very similar in appearance but they have an important difference. Most members of the rose family are edible, or at least harmless. Most members of the buttercup family are poisonous, or at least mildly toxic.

All parts of Helleborus are said to be toxic… It contains, mainly in its rootstock, the burning, acrid-tasting narcotic, helleborine, an active cardiac poison. The horrible taste makes it difficult for one to unintentionally consume enough of the plant to be lethal, usually resulting in it being spit out before its intense purgative effects set in. Helleborcin is another toxin within the plant that has a sweet sort of taste, acting similar the highly active cardiac poisons found in Digitalis (Foxglove).
Poisoning by this plant causes tinnitus, vertigo, stupor, and thirst.  It also includes a feeling of suffocation, swelling of the tongue and throat, followed by violent emesis (vomiting) and a slowing of the heart rate until it causes death by cardiac arrest.  It will also burn the eyes and irritate the skin when in direct content with the juice of the plant, including contact with bruised leaves.  Chemically it is related to the venom found in certain toad skin.

To me, snowdrops and hellebores blooming in unison at the beginning of February, in their distinct divine duality, represent the harmony of light & dark dancing, balancing, & weaving together.
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Upon their arrival & first blooms together at the time of Imbolc or Candlemass, when the northern hemisphere is feverishly wondering if spring’s step will be quickened or Winters blanket will linger. And now, a moonth cycle and phase later, the blooms are still persisting forth welcoming the next ephemeral phase. The dark isn’t always what it seems, for the stars without couldn’t be seen. The shadow isn’t something to fear, for the light keeps us humble & clear.
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We hope to see you in the Garden this season!🌿✨
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Hellebore Lore

considered a baneful herb; bane=that which destroys life.
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“Ordinary” plants have a normal yearly development. They bud in the spring, grow vigorously into the summer, and climax in making fruit and seed in the fall.  Then the next year, the cycle starts again-a faithful mirroring of the dynamic interaction of earth and sun in the yearly cycle. Most poisonous plants fall out of this cycle. Their habitus is unusual and bizarre. The Christmas rose, (Helleborus niger) blooms atypically in the dead of winter.
Another name- christe herbe; In Christian plant lore, this dark herb was ironically seen as a symbol of innocence.  It was considered holy and able to ward off evil spirits.  According to their mythology the christmas rose grew from the tears of an empty handed shepherdess girl in the presence of the christ child, for which she had no gift. Where her tears dropped, the first hellebores grew.
The genus is an ancient Greek name for the plant comes from elein, meaning “to injure” and bora, meaning “food”, alluding to the plant’s poisonous nature.The entire plant is poionous.

Melampodium, an old name for Hellebore, refers to the ancient physician Melampus who used Hellebore to cure the daughters of the king of Argos of the madness of the maenads. These women were the much feared worshippers of Dionysus who were known for their ecstatic frenzies they would achieve during worship.  Whether she was actually mad, or just an independent woman worshipping with others like her is unknown.

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Some have speculated the Alexander the Great died of Hellebore poisoning while being treated for an illness. Meanwhile it was said to have been a common prescription of Hippocrates for insanity and mania. In medieval medicine it was used to cure demonic possession, madness and epilepsy.  At that time these ailments would have been looked at as one in the same.  The powdered roots and leaves would be smoldered to calm one already in a frenzy. It had a reputation for its connection to madness and mental deterioration, supposedly creating a catatonic like state in those suffering the madness of maenads, however in healthy individuals it would induce similar symptoms, which could speak to its homeopathic like uses.

Both the green and black hellebores were used in incense to cause frenzy. Witches did not use such incense, but mischievous sorcerers and magicians were said to introduce a bit of this herb into the censers during church ceremonies and stand outside, waiting for the congregation to turn violent and unruly. This was a typical magical joke of centuries ago. It was also used in exorcism and countermagic incenses, and the fresh herb was pressed against the forehead to stop headache. Grecian witches faced east and cursed while cutting it.
In addition, Hellebore was used in the flying ointments, those made to induce astral projection. The root of black hellebore, when powdered and scattered on the ground, was thought to make one invisible. An interesting piece of French lore, mentioned by marvelous Mrs. M. Grieve, is about a sorcerer who utilized its powers of invisibility to move about unseen through enemy lines, by throwing the powdered plant in the air about himself. One wonders if the powder would burn and blind the eyes when throw into view.
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Hellebore is associated with Mars and Saturn and corresponds to the element of water. Paracelsus picked the leaves of one of his very favorites, the Christmas rose (black hellebore; Helleborus niger), a Saturnian plant that rouses the “black bile”, on Saturdays at sunset when Saturn was in a good house and preferably high in the sky. It is used in magic & energy work for healing of mental/emotional afflictions and for banishing and exorcisms.
It has also been used for increasing intelligence and ancient magicians also used hellebore to change the nature of other plants, to make their fruits have various unpleasant and unhealthy properties by either grafting the plants together or using hellebore as fertilizer.
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This is a baneful herb that should never be ingested and you should wear gloves when handling it. For magical purposes, roses can be substituted for hellebore.
Black hellebore (Helleborus niger) was used as the universal purge, and white hellebore (Veratrum album) was the universal emetic.
Hellebores have been connected with rebirth and gaining intelligence through spiritual means.  If there was a poisonous plant that most closely reflected the nature of the medieval magician and his machinations, it would be Helleborus. Similar in the was that Deadly Nightshade has connections with the witches of medieval folklore, hellebore seems to be the perfect male counterpart to this concept.

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1:The Herbal Lore of Wise Women and Wortcunners: Wolf D. Storl  2:Treasury of Gardening  3:Magical Herbalism: Scott Cunningham  4:https://witchipedia.com/book-of-shadows/herblore/hellebore/&nbsp; 5:https://www.patheos.com/blogs/poisonersapothecary/2018/06/11/the-court-of-helleborus-a-collection-of-hellebore-lore/

 

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