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.
After twenty years, one would hear
the old codgers mumbling about "gettin' some
of that lawn cover out of the lawn before it's
too late"!
It is a plant which, though it
definitely looks like an herb, grows ten to
fifteen inches high with about twenty attractive
flowers per plant. When mowed, its deep purple
flowers adapt to the height at a quarter of their
length.
After the plant
has finished flowering, if it is left unmowed to
be itself, Prunella turns a warm brown. Its
flowers, which stem from a tender brown cone
,fall off the cone which dries and turns a
chestnutty- red-brown colour. If one picks the
cones for medicine, they are harvested when the
flowers are fresh.
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.
A
Modern Herbal states that the
chemical principles in Bugleweed and Self-heal
"resemble those of other Labiate
herbs".
The old Culpepper
says: "If it be combined with Bugle, Sanicle
and other like wound herbs, it will be more
effectual to wash and inject into ulcers in the
parts outwardly...it is an especial remedy for
all green wounds to close the lips of them and to
keep the place from further inconveniences".
You know, I am lazy sometimes- this summer I
could have made some tincture or infusion of
Woundwort (Self-Heal) and have washed my poor
heel with it. I cut it quite dangerously on the
screen door.It took six weeks to heal, even with
antibiotics taken per os. (Per os means a medicine is taken in by mouth,
and it is a Med term).
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.
It is said that French cooks commonly use
Self-Heal cones in soups and stews in the Winter.
It's free- so pack that healthful "je ne sais quoi"
into nourishing, steaming foods.It does not taint
the soup with strong taste, but you know it is
there, its tonic quality giving you strength
against Prune - Hilda, the wicked frost-hag of
the North.
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.
A tea of Self-heal with honey is
the very thing. I realize so
few people dare to try these remedies, but our
ancestors stayed healthy even if they hadn't
the money for the apothecarys' prescriptions. As
I matured, with a young son to
support, I became very interested in what
Nature provided free of charge.
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.
I recommend that you do
not try for this old-fashioned cure without a
good-humoured friend in Pharmaceuticals to guide
you.
Your good-humoured friend will say "none
of it" and ask you to serve in a mental
health facility, pronto!
I don't think I would go
so far as to attempt an herbal hemmhorhoid
recipe, either. One cannot control the chemicals
and insect visits to home-grown or wild herbs and
the idea of toxic shock up the yahooza does not
appeal.
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 "?
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