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A Sign of Spring:The Anemone |
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Written by Madame Aradia
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Saturday, 07 March 2009 18:25 |
Late February or early March, if you were to pay me a visit, you will find me crawling around the dead leaves and faded mulch in the flower beds in desperate search for something green...to find that first little sign of spring. Along with snowdrops and crocuses, you may be lucky enough to find the anemone peaking its little purple (well, red is the most common color, but it comes in a wide variety) head out.
The anemone, also known as the pasque flower, meadow anemone, or wind flower, is a member of the buttercup family and closely resembles the poppy. You can find anemone growing pretty much anywhere...the forest, open fields, along shady rocky shores. Some say the anemone received the name “wind flower” because the flowers won’t bloom unless the wind blows. The anemone (particularly the red) is both a protect and healing herb, so it is beneficial to grow in your garden. Carry the fresh flowers to protect yourself from illness.
Medicinally, the anemone is use to relieve nervous headaches and asthma symptoms (as it contains anti-spasmodic properties). As an ointment, the flowers can be used to reduce inflammation of the eyes. In years past, a bath of the anemone was also used to cure leprosy.
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What is a "Book of Shadows"?
Originally, the "Book of Shadows" was a term that referred to a coven's collection of spells and secrets. In modern culture, the term is used to refer to a witch's personal diary and/or journal. The purpose is to keep a record of everything the witch learns and discovers. While usually kept private, I have decided to make mine public in the form of a blog. I have done this in the hopes of helping other find magic in everyday life, and especially in the practice of gardening.
My Latest...
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Now the Moon
madamearadia posted a photo:
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
-Walter de la Mare, "Silver"
3/4/2010
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Deprived
madamearadia posted a photo:
If only I could touch with these hands, speak with this mouth, and love with this heart which you have stolen.
2/25/2010
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Snow Ivy
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Paperwhites
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In the Broken Places
madamearadia posted a photo:
The storm is wild enough for sailing
The bridge is weak enough to cross
This body frail enough for fighting
I'm home enough to know I'm lost...
Home enough to know I'm lost...
-Jars of Clay "Faith Enough"
4/13/2007
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