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![]() Self - Heal(Varieties: P. vulgaris, P. rubrifolia ,also found as P. vulgaris var. leucantha Schur)In the
old days, Prunelle, or Self-Heal, as I choose to
call it, was always a trusted and admired lawn
cover. We transplanted small plants of the deep
purple-flowering, horehound-scented herb into our
lawns and shaded bed areas. In a couple of years,
a tough mat of the herb covered two yards or so
of the lawn. |
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Prunella
is like Bugleweed, a paler version having mauve
flowers on a small green cone, and was, in fact,
used with Bugleweed for some remedies. I
have never heard of "quinsy" in my
life, and when I used Self-heal, it was as a
tonic herb. I picked some twenty cones and dried
them. I was surprised to
read that I could always have healed my mouth when
it became ulcerated; when I was a
young woman, I loved to munch on tomatoes since I
had heard they were a fruit. I often overdid this,
and suffered from stinging ulcers of the tongue
and mouth. If an unobtrusive herb offered some protection from the witch called disease, I gratefully thanked my version of that Namelessly bountiful Eternity and stayed alive. Personally, I am the cough syrup and "nip 'o brandy" type when a sore throat inconveniences my person. |
I made a cough syrup once with Aztec Sweet herb, and added an Herbal Liqueur, after the herb in wine syrup had cooled. I found that fresh herb medicine could be not only more effective than some commercial brands of cough syrup, but that my fresh herbs and liqueur tasted heavenly by comparison to the ammonia - harsh prune-lips commercial brands. I have always hated the taste of cough syrup- a necessary evil. Prunella may be made into a tonic syrup. If humility is
always the Mother of Invention, I would be
seriously afflicted with the lack of experience
necessary to further put this good herb to use.
Self-heal was used as an injection for internal
bleeding or for piles. One of the things I always have enjoyed about ol' Winter is the sparkly February day that I devote herb stalks and leavings to the elements, by burning them outdoors. I say my kind prayers and will the aura of my gardens' traff to the Gods. Including a few Self-Heal flowers in a devotional like this would not hurt, to strengthen the aura of Healing sent through the cold air. It is not too important an herb, but give a guy his "blonde" and "brunelle" of a winters' frosty eve, and he will be your hale and hearty mate. One of the first songs I learned in French was a drinking song, of course: "Aupres de ma blonde, Qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon, Aupres de ma blonde, Qu'il fait bon dormir" Ma blonde, besides meaning "my blonde", or the broad of his dreams, was used as a nickname for beer! Guys, how about, "Aupres de ma Brunelle "? |