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ROWAN and Hawthorn berries.
I found these on the ground, in the ‘wild’.
Berries are so autumnal, only very few are edible now, except for the birds and other animals.
A jelly made from them is popular for dressing game.
According to Robert James in 1747, the fruit is excellent for treating the scurvy, and the exudates from the bark is good for the diseases of the spleen.
When dried and powdered the berries have been turned into a type of bread, and in an infusion make an acidulous drink.
A gargle made from the berries is good for a sore throat and inflamed tonsils.
However, it is bitter – very bitter.
Sorbus is a genus of about 100–200 species of trees and shrubs in the rose family Rosaceae. Species of Sorbus are commonly known as white-beam, rowan, service tree and mountain-ash.
This upright, tree is the most compact of the Rowan trees making it ideal for small gardens. Fluffy, white corymbs of flowers appear in April-May that are popular with bees.
Mid/dark green pinnate foliage turns vibrant shades of orange and red in the autumn which complements the reddish orange berries that hang in heavy clusters and are a treat for the birds.
Popular folklore maintains that a heavy crop of fruit means a hard or difficult winter.
Similarly, in Finland and Sweden, the number of fruit on the trees was used as a predictor of the snow cover during winter.
However, as fruit production for a given summer is related to weather conditions the previous summer, with warm, dry summers increasing the amount of stored sugars available for subsequent flower and fruit production, it has no predictive relationship to the weather of the next winter.
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MUSICOGRAPHY Here is a list of all the DVD's Ruud appears in, the most recent is on top....
Ruud composed Romance voor Melissa which is an MP3 recording by Melissa Venema (Trumpet)...
Maastricht V aka Under the Stars
Home For Christmas
#4 White Christmas - Briefly featured
#13 Jingle Bells - Briefly featured
And The Waltz Goes On
Fiesta Mexicana aka The World of André Rieu
Roses From The South
Maastricht 4 aka A Midsummer night's Dream
My African Dream
Live in Australia
#20 Strauss & Co - Balanced Trombone on his chin
I lost my heart in Heidelberg
Live in Sydney 2009
#5 Torna A Surriento - Throws up in Hans, French Horn
#21 Strauss & Co - Agnes gives a flower to Ruud after he balances his trombone on his chin
Live in Maastricht 3
Live in Australia
#7 Elyen A Magyar - Bela offers goulash to JSO & Ruud throws up in Tuba
#19 Radetzky March - briefly featured with Trombone
Live in Maastricht 2
#21 Strauss & Co - Balances trombone on chin
Live in Dresden aka Semperoper aka Dancing Through the Skies aka Ich tanze mit dir in den Himmel hinein aka Wedding at the Opera
#18 Strauss & Co - Balance Trombone on chin
Wonderland aka Eftling
#16 The Second Waltz - Trombone, briefly featured & standing
Live in Vienna
#11 Perpetuum Mobile - entire brass section pig out on a big meal during the music & finally offer the entire choir 1 measily bite of food, which Nicolle ate
New York Memories aka Live in New York aka Live At Radio City Music Hall - Part 2 of concert
#9 Radetzky Marsch - Balances Trombone on his chin
Schönbrunn
#16 Wenn ich mit meinem Dackel - intersperse dog barks, tongue licks, ear scratches & dog panting during the song
#22 Strauß & Co - Balances Trombone on his chin
Songs From My Heart aka Live in Maastricht
#12 Chianti Song - Duet with Noel ends with a kiss
Christmas Around the World
#12 Jingle Bells - briefly featured
New Years Eve in Vienna aka Silvester in Wien
#17 Second Waltz - Close up & briefly featured
New Years Eve Punsch aka Silvester Punsch
#19 Klarinettenmuckl - Impromptu dance
Flying Dutchman
#7 Bummelpetrus - gargle the tune with Leon
Christmas with André Rieu aka Mein Weihnachtstraum
#1 O Daughter of Zion - Trombone, part of the quartet of musicans playing outside in the snow
#5 Come Little Children - Duet with Marc
#7 O Tannenbaum (O Christmas tree) - solo
#8 The Little Drummer Boy - Duet with Marc
#19 I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas - briefly featured
Live in Dublin
#12 All Men Shall be Brothers - briefly featured
#18 The Last Rose - briefly featured
#19 Chianti Song - Vocal duet with Noël which ends with Ruud planting a kiss on Noël's cheek, much to his surprise & dismay
100 Years of Strauss
#4 On Holiday - imitate the sound of chicken squawks
#9 Fata Morgana - Bass Tuba
Dreaming
#10 Greensleeves - Base Tuba, briefly featured
Gala Concert
#13 Strauss & Co,- Balanced Trombone in his hand, not on his chin
#15 Chianti Song - vocal duet with Marc is kissed on the cheek at the end, to his surprise.
Walzertraum(PAL only)
Royal Albert Hall
#13 The Second Waltz - Briefly featured
In the past it was used in beer-making instead of hops. Hence its other name Ale-hoof.
Culpeper:It is an herb of Venus, and therefore cures the diseases she causes by sympathy, and those of Mars by antipathy; you may usually find it all the year long except the year be extremely frosty; it is quick, sharp, and bitter in taste, and is thereby found to be hot and dry; a singular herb for all inward wounds, exulcerated lungs, or other parts, either by itself, or boiled with other the like herbs; and being drank, in a short time it eases all griping pains, windy and choleric humours in the stomach, spleen or belly; helps the yellow jaundice, by opening the stoppings of the gall and liver, and melancholy, by opening the stoppings of the spleen; expels venom or poison, and also the plague; it provokes urine and women's courses; the decoction of it in wine drank for some time together, procures ease to them that are troubled with the sciatica, or hip-gout: as also the gout in hands, knees or feet; if you put to the decoction some honey and a little burnt alum, it is excellently good to gargle any sore mouth or throat, and to wash the sores and ulcers in the privy parts of man or woman; it speedily helps green wounds, being bruised and bound thereto. The juice of it boiled with a little honey and verdigrease, doth wonderfully cleanse fistulas, ulcers, and stays the spreading or eating of cancers and ulcers; it helps the itch, scabs, wheals, and other breakings out in any part of the body. The juice of Celandine, Field-daisies, and Ground-ivy clarified, and a little fine sugar dissolved therein, and dropped into the eyes, is a sovereign remedy for all pains, redness, and watering of them; as also for the pin and web, skins and films growing over the sight, it helps beasts as well as men. The juice dropped into the ears, wonderfully helps the noise and singing of them, and helps the hearing which is decayed. It is good to tun up with new drink, for it will clarify it in a night, that it will be the fitter to be drank the next morning; or if any drink be thick with removing, or any other accident, it will do the like in a few hours.
Extracted from here:http://www.dcbuzz.us/culpeper2/alhf.htm
Vinca minor
The flowers of the garden periwinkle are the inspiration of the lavender blue color name periwinkle, and this viney shrub is a popular and attractive ground cover with numerous cultivars, flower colours and variegated foliage. I particularly like the variations of greens in the leaves of this variety. Periwinkle has been used in the tradition medicine of many cultures and peoples worldwide including Europe, China, India and the Pacific and Caribbean Islands. In the Caribbean, practitioners of voodoo magic sew Periwinkle leaves into the mattress to keep husband and wife forever in love, and the home peaceful. They are sometimes mixed with magnolia leaves, which also have a reputation of promoting faithfulness in love. The blue flowers of periwinkle are symbolic of spiritual peace and harmony. The well-known Periwinkles - both Greater (vinca major) and Lesser (vinca minor) are familiar plants of our woods and gardens. This is the species more generally used in herbal medicine, as an astringent and tonic, in menorrhagia and in hemorrhages, also as a laxative, and gargle. Made into an ointment, useful for piles and inflammatory conditions of the skin. Lesser Periwinkle (Vinca minor) is employed in homeopathy for preparation of a tincture used for hemorrhages.
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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen.
Medical use: The fruit juice is used in folk remedies for tumors of the faucets. Reported to be antidotal, antiphlogistic, antitussive, antivinous, astringent, bactericide, diaphoretic, ditiretic, emollient, escharotic, expectorant, fungicide, laxative, nervine, purgative, refrigerant, restorative, sedative, tonic, and vermifuge, white mulberry is a folk remedy for aphtha, armache, asthma, bronchitis, bugbite, cachexia, cold, constipation, cough, debility, diarrhea, dropsy, dyspepsia, edema, epilepsy, fever, headache, hyperglycemia, hypertension, inflammation, insomnia, melancholy, menorrhagia, snakebite, sorethroat, stomatitis, tumors, vertigo, and wounds . Medicinally, fruits are laxative, refrigerant in fevers, and used locally as remedy for sore throat, dyspepsia, and melancholia. Roots and bark are purgative, anthelmintic, and astringent; leaves considered disphoretic and emollient; a decoction of leaves being used as a gargle for inflammation of throat kingdom.
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Siena's Duomo Cathedral façade.. Part Frech-Gothic, part Pisan-Romanesque-Gothic. Amazingly ornate and intricate designs on the façade. Something interesting I learned from this façade was the origins of the term gargoyles. This cathedral used a rain drainage system that utilized various animals' mouths to drain water. As the rain would pour out of these mouths, they would make a gargle-type noise. Hence the name... This cathedral houses sculptures by Nicola Pisano, Donatello and Michelangelo. It also has a massive inlaid marble floor depicting different scenes from the bible. The thing I found most interesting was the manuscript nave. This had many original hand-drawn illuminated manuscript pages that were simply breathtaking. In the same room was a painting showing a storm at sea, the first of its kind.
Anyway, to Sunday. And something quite exciting, in that we were going to leave Kent for the first time together since, I have no idea, maybe December, and only the second time I have since March 13th. Jools has become a member of the RHS, and she found out that came with free entry to all their gardens, so she said how nice it would go to Wisley, so we picked what looked like it would be a good day, booked tickets as numbers are very limited, and Sunday was the day.
The alarm went off at six, it was just getting light in the east, cats and kittens fed, made coffee and breakfast, so all ready to leave the house at half seven to the gardens, planning on arriving just after nine when it opened.
It was an uneventful trip, up the M20, through the Operation Brock work between Ashford and Maidstone, which I guess will come as a permanent thing after Christmas.
Along the M25, quite quiet and the weather was glorious. Was going to be perfect for snapping, he said with a boot-full of cameras and lenses.
We turned off onto the A3, then half a mile down there, turned into the lane leading to Wisely, a few dozen cars were already there, it was five past nine.
We wait in line, me wrapped in cameras. We are allowed in after Jools flashed her membership card, and the morning was ours!
RHS Wisley I wanted to get round as much as possible, get shots before too many people arrived and got in the way. So, it was supposed to be a trip for Jools to look at borders and plants for ideas, and of course it turned into a photographic trip.
No real surprise, there.
We walk past the large ornamental lake, where the refelctions were perfect, but a week or three to early for really nice autumn colours. Don't stop me snapping, mind.
From there we walk to the glass house, which did not open until ten, so we walk round the beds surround the reflection pool, no lake, which surrouned the building.
Most of the plants were in seed or had withered, but there was enough to keep us interested, and give us ideas for our little slice of botanical heaven.
The glass house opened, so we go round in our winter coat in tropical heat and humidity. My Nana would have said we'd catch our death of cold. As expected, I fnd the orchid display, and snap them.
We walk back outside and the coolness of the autumn morning hit like a pan galactic gargle-blaster.
We go for a coffee, but there was no food on, so we make do with sesame seeded honey covered peanuts. They were good, but at £2.50 for a small bag, they should have been.
We go to the rock garden, which went on for quite a while, really well done with a couple of fake streams tinkling down.
We sit on a bench at the bottom of the rock garden, and look at the familes complete with screaming and hyper kids running about. We look at each other and say, "have you had enough?" We agreed.
So we walked back to the shop, looked round and bought nothing. Jools went into the plant shop to look round and again bought nothing.
We went back to the car and drove off, 90 minutes from home, if the traffic would be kind.
The wind had got up and it was clouding up, but I had dozens of shots in the can, or on the memory card.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen.
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen - Dulce et Decorum Est
Kampung Beting, Kuala Pilah, Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia.
Specimen growing wild in a thicket mixed with other vegetations. Combretum indicum (L.) DeFilipps syn. Quisqualis indica L. Combretaceae. CN: [Malay - Akar dani, Akar cucur atap, Akar setanduk], Chinese honeysuckle, Rangoon creeper. Creeper is found in thickets or secondary forests of the Philippines, India and Malaysia. It has since been cultivated and naturalized in tropical areas. The plant is mainly used for traditional medicine. Decoctions of the root, seed or fruit can be used as antihelmintic to expel parasitic worms or for alleviating diarrhea. Fruit decoction can also be used for gargling. The fruits are also used to combat nephritis. Leaves can be used to relieve pain caused by fever. The roots are used to treat rheumatism.
Synonym/s:
Quisqualis indica L.
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I may be dying.
I just flicked a Benadryl into my thimble of Nyquil and downed it hungrily, ready to spray some Chloroseptic down my throat. Two Ricola lozenges come next, one in each cheek.
I'm drinking massive quantities of tea, leaning over and breathing deep in hopes of breaking up the massive clogs deep within my sinuses. Lemon herb, Chamomile, Berry Zinger, English Breakfast. Give it to me.
I just gargled saltwater in my raw throat because the internet told me to.
The animals smell death on me. Even the rat hides in her little plastic habitat when I shuffle by, wrapped in my blanket amidst coughing and wheezing. Cursing the heavens. It’s okay, Clarisse, rats are immune to the plague.
I am the plague. I am the incubator.
For the Project Quilting "Across the Universe" challenge, I decided to make a sleeve for my Nook tablet in the style of Douglas Adams' "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
Er, I mean, this item is designed to protect The Guide from damage. It's repurposed from a towel, which is the most massively useful thing any interstellar Hitchhiker could carry. Never be without a towel! I quilted the towel to batting and appliqued the cover with the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. It's lined with fabric featuring Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters (and other alcoholic delicacies served at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe).
The final piece measures 8.5" x 12" - my name is Trisha Frankland, and I live and quilt in Lodi, Wisconsin (until I hitch my next ride, anyway). I have never been called Trillian.
Other collective nouns for a group of swans include a: gaggle; bank; whiteness; herd; eyrar and gargle. Or a wedge if it is a flying group.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen.
i couldn't sleep well at all; my "sleep" was in intervals. horrible, horrible experience! the area where i got my wisdom teeth extracted was in pain the whole night & i woke up with a drooling line of blood, eeek. so gross. all i could think about was the fact that i'd be going through this again in two weeks.
i woke up and made breakfast even though i wasn't in the mood to eat so i could take my meds - 1/3 cup oat bran + 1/3 cup skim milk + egg white + banana + yogurt + cinnamon! then i put it in the fridge for while so that it'd cool down for a bit.
it took me about an hour to eat this! which is unusual for me because i'm a REALLY fast eater -_- but yeah, i couldn't really open my mouth. so from now on, i think i'm going to stick to liquids for a while, ugh.
my mom gave me my medicine though and gave me a "heat pad" (glass jar filled w/ hot water! how ghetto can we get?) so now i feel better. i also gargled w/ salt water, so hopefully the pain dies down now.
Capsicum annuum, Solanaceae
This is a hot pepper that colours from green to shiny red, and grows to a length of 8 -10cm. This chilli is beautifully shiny, very prolific and reasonably hot. Good flavour and the one I choose for curries. Pickles well too!
Even though chilis may be thought of as a vegetable, their culinary usage is, generally, a spice, the part of the plant that is usually harvested is the fruit, and botany considers the plant a berry shrub.
When chilli is eaten, the brain release endorphins, a natural painkiller present in the body. The endorphins lower blood pressure and help fight against cancer.
Chillies have been used to repel garden pests, to stop barnacles on boats, as an aphrodisiac and as a cure for sore throats and varicose ulcers.
Chilli is mildly antibacterial and is an excellent gargle for sore throats and laryngitis. In Victorian England, chilli peppers were prized for their warming properties in treating arthritis, chills, rheumatism, sprains and depression.
Chillies are loaded with vitamin A, a potent antioxidant and boost to the immune system. As the pods mature and darken, high quantities of vitamin C are gradually replaced with beta carotene and the capsaicin levels are at their highest. Due to these capsaicin levels, some believe that eating chillies may have an extra thermic affect, temporarily speeding up the metabolic rate, hence burning off calories at a faster rate. The alkaloids from the capsaicin stimulate the action of stomach and intestine improving the whole digestion process!
I made a visit to the emergency room at four o'clock this morning. I woke up Sunday morning with a horrible sore throat, fever and the worst body aches I have ever had. I was hurting so bad that I could not even sleep. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to handle it until the doctor's offices opened up at eight. So off to the E. R. I went. Here are two of my prescriptions an antibiotic, & Lortab. I have another one(numbing mouthwash/gargle) that my husband is going to pick up for me later. They did not have it at the Wal-Greens I went to.
I have not slept since Saturday night!
Lortab is kicking in. Time for some sleep.
Like "having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick"...
(actually, it was a mojito :p)
"It's like having your brain smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick."
"It's like a mugging, it gives you a headache, and is bad for your wallet."
It certainly did get me pretty tipsy!
Back to Hadibo via Dixam plateau. Dragon blood tree.
Dracaena cinnabari, the Socotra dragon tree or dragon blood tree, is a dragon tree native to the Socotra archipelago, part of Yemen, located in the Arabian Sea. It is so called due to the red sap that the trees produce.
Dragon's blood is used as a stimulant and abortifacient. The root yields a gum-resin, used in gargle water as a stimulant, astringent and in toothpaste. The root is used in rheumatism, the leaves are a carminative.
The trees can be harvested for their crimson red resin, called dragon's blood, which was highly prized in the ancient world and is still used today. Around the Mediterranean basin it is used as a dye and as a medicine, Socotrans use it ornamentally as well as dying wool, gluing pottery, a breath freshener, and lipstick. Because of the belief that it is the blood of the dragon it is also used in ritual magic and alchemy. In 1883, the Scottish botanist Isaac Bayley Balfour identified three grades of resin; the most valuable were tear-like in appearance, then a mixture of small chips and fragments, with a mixture of fragments and debris being the cheapest. The resin of D. cinnabari is thought to have been the original source of dragon's blood until during the mediaeval and renaissance periods when other plants were used instead.
The local inhabitants of the city in the Socotra Island use the dragon's blood resin as a cure-all. Greeks, Romans, and Arabs use it in general wound healing, as a coagulant, cure for diarrhea, for dysentery diseases, for lowering fevers. It is also taken for ulcers in the mouth, throat, intestines and stomach.
Dragon's blood from D. cinnabari was used as a source of varnish for 18th-century Italian violin-makers. It was also used as tooth-paste in the 18th century. It is still used as varnish for violins and for photoengraving. Dragon's blood is also listed in a 16th-century text, Stahel und Eyssen, as an ingredient in a quenching bath for tempering steel. However this text is vague and poorly regarded as either an accurate description of smith's practice, or as a viable recipe.
We saw this when passing by the shop of the Dombauhütte, the workplace of artisans and stone-masons who continually have to work on the Cologne Cathedral, the Dom, to keep this magnificent church from crumbling and destruction.
The water left behind from the snow made a nice pattern on the surface of this statue, and added some drama underneath the "snout" of the beast.
The common moorhen (also known as the swamp chicken) is a bird species in the family Rallidae. It is distributed across many parts of the Old World.
The common moorhen lives around well-vegetated marshes, ponds, canals and other wetlands. The species is not found in the polar regions or many tropical rainforests. Elsewhere it is likely the most common rail species, except for the Eurasian coot in some regions.
The closely related common gallinule of the New World has been recognized as a separate species by most authorities, starting with the American Ornithologists' Union and the International Ornithological Committee in 2011
The moorhen is a distinctive species, with dark plumage apart from the white undertail, yellow legs and a red frontal shield. The young are browner and lack the red shield. The frontal shield of the adult has a rounded top and fairly parallel sides; the tailward margin of the red unfeathered area is a smooth waving line. In the related common gallinule of the Americas, the frontal shield has a fairly straight top and is less wide towards the bill, giving a marked indentation to the back margin of the red area.
The common moorhen gives a wide range of gargling calls and will emit loud hisses when threatened.[7] A midsized to large rail, it can range from 30 to 38 cm (12 to 15 in) in length and span 50 to 62 cm (20 to 24 in) across the wings. The body mass of this species can range from 192 to 500 g (6.8 to 17.6 oz).
This is a common breeding bird in marsh environments and well-vegetated lakes. Populations in areas where the waters freeze, such as eastern Europe, will migrate to more temperate climes. This species will consume a wide variety of vegetable material and small aquatic creatures. They forage beside or in the water, sometimes walking on lilypads or upending in the water to feed. They are often secretive, but can become tame in some areas. Despite loss of habitat in parts of its range, the common moorhen remains plentiful and widespread.
The birds are territorial during breeding season. The nest is a basket built on the ground in dense vegetation. Laying starts in spring, between mid-March and mid-May in Northern hemisphere temperate regions. About 8 eggs are usually laid per female early in the season; a brood later in the year usually has only 5–8 or fewer eggs. Nests may be re-used by different females. Incubation lasts about three weeks. Both parents incubate and feed the young. These fledge after 40–50 days, become independent usually a few weeks thereafter, and may raise their first brood the next spring. When threatened, the young may cling to the parents' body, after which the adult birds fly away to safety, carrying their offspring with them.
On a global scale – all subspecies taken together – the common moorhen is as abundant as its vernacular name implies. It is therefore considered a species of Least Concern by the IUCN. However, small populations may be prone to extinction. The population of Palau, belonging to the widespread subspecies G. c. orientalis and locally known as debar (a generic term also used for ducks and meaning roughly "waterfowl"), is very rare, and apparently the birds are hunted by locals. Most of the population on the archipelago occurs on Angaur and Peleliu, while the species is probably already gone from Koror. In the Lake Ngardok wetlands of Babeldaob, a few dozen still occur, but the total number of common moorhens on Palau is about in the same region as the Guam population: fewer than 100 adult birds (usually fewer than 50) have been encountered in any survey.
Anyway, to Sunday. And something quite exciting, in that we were going to leave Kent for the first time together since, I have no idea, maybe December, and only the second time I have since March 13th. Jools has become a member of the RHS, and she found out that came with free entry to all their gardens, so she said how nice it would go to Wisley, so we picked what looked like it would be a good day, booked tickets as numbers are very limited, and Sunday was the day.
The alarm went off at six, it was just getting light in the east, cats and kittens fed, made coffee and breakfast, so all ready to leave the house at half seven to the gardens, planning on arriving just after nine when it opened.
It was an uneventful trip, up the M20, through the Operation Brock work between Ashford and Maidstone, which I guess will come as a permanent thing after Christmas.
Along the M25, quite quiet and the weather was glorious. Was going to be perfect for snapping, he said with a boot-full of cameras and lenses.
We turned off onto the A3, then half a mile down there, turned into the lane leading to Wisely, a few dozen cars were already there, it was five past nine.
We wait in line, me wrapped in cameras. We are allowed in after Jools flashed her membership card, and the morning was ours!
RHS Wisley I wanted to get round as much as possible, get shots before too many people arrived and got in the way. So, it was supposed to be a trip for Jools to look at borders and plants for ideas, and of course it turned into a photographic trip.
No real surprise, there.
We walk past the large ornamental lake, where the refelctions were perfect, but a week or three to early for really nice autumn colours. Don't stop me snapping, mind.
From there we walk to the glass house, which did not open until ten, so we walk round the beds surround the reflection pool, no lake, which surrouned the building.
Most of the plants were in seed or had withered, but there was enough to keep us interested, and give us ideas for our little slice of botanical heaven.
The glass house opened, so we go round in our winter coat in tropical heat and humidity. My Nana would have said we'd catch our death of cold. As expected, I fnd the orchid display, and snap them.
We walk back outside and the coolness of the autumn morning hit like a pan galactic gargle-blaster.
We go for a coffee, but there was no food on, so we make do with sesame seeded honey covered peanuts. They were good, but at £2.50 for a small bag, they should have been.
We go to the rock garden, which went on for quite a while, really well done with a couple of fake streams tinkling down.
We sit on a bench at the bottom of the rock garden, and look at the familes complete with screaming and hyper kids running about. We look at each other and say, "have you had enough?" We agreed.
So we walked back to the shop, looked round and bought nothing. Jools went into the plant shop to look round and again bought nothing.
We went back to the car and drove off, 90 minutes from home, if the traffic would be kind.
The wind had got up and it was clouding up, but I had dozens of shots in the can, or on the memory card.
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Title: Merchant's gargling oil songster : Dream fate calendar
Publisher: [Lockport, N.Y.] : [Merchant's Gargling Oil Co.]
Sponsor: Wellcome Library
Contributor: Wellcome Library
Date: 1889
Language: eng
Description: 32 pages : 17 cm
Without music
Cover title
The "Annual Brochure" of the Merchant's Gargling Oil Co., including texts to popular songs, advertising material, the monthly lunar and solar calendar, and dream interpretations
Dream visions -- We were comrades -- Dar's a new moon in de sky! -- Since my mother's dead and gone -- Some other girl shall wear the ring -- A curl from the baby's head -- Jericho -- Whistling coon -- The old farm bell -- Pit-ti-pat patter, the little feet go -- Are you with us, Casey? -- From the cradle to the grave -- I'm always misunderstood -- Haul the wood-pile down -- As we wander in the orange grove -- They can't keep the working man down -- Homeward I'm coming to thee -- Barney, come home -- Charlie's courting -- Signor Bing Binger, the baritone singer
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Back to Hadibo via Dixam plateau. Dragon blood tree.
Dracaena cinnabari, the Socotra dragon tree or dragon blood tree, is a dragon tree native to the Socotra archipelago, part of Yemen, located in the Arabian Sea. It is so called due to the red sap that the trees produce.
Dragon's blood is used as a stimulant and abortifacient. The root yields a gum-resin, used in gargle water as a stimulant, astringent and in toothpaste. The root is used in rheumatism, the leaves are a carminative.
The trees can be harvested for their crimson red resin, called dragon's blood, which was highly prized in the ancient world and is still used today. Around the Mediterranean basin it is used as a dye and as a medicine, Socotrans use it ornamentally as well as dying wool, gluing pottery, a breath freshener, and lipstick. Because of the belief that it is the blood of the dragon it is also used in ritual magic and alchemy. In 1883, the Scottish botanist Isaac Bayley Balfour identified three grades of resin; the most valuable were tear-like in appearance, then a mixture of small chips and fragments, with a mixture of fragments and debris being the cheapest. The resin of D. cinnabari is thought to have been the original source of dragon's blood until during the mediaeval and renaissance periods when other plants were used instead.
The local inhabitants of the city in the Socotra Island use the dragon's blood resin as a cure-all. Greeks, Romans, and Arabs use it in general wound healing, as a coagulant, cure for diarrhea, for dysentery diseases, for lowering fevers. It is also taken for ulcers in the mouth, throat, intestines and stomach.
Dragon's blood from D. cinnabari was used as a source of varnish for 18th-century Italian violin-makers. It was also used as tooth-paste in the 18th century. It is still used as varnish for violins and for photoengraving. Dragon's blood is also listed in a 16th-century text, Stahel und Eyssen, as an ingredient in a quenching bath for tempering steel. However this text is vague and poorly regarded as either an accurate description of smith's practice, or as a viable recipe.
Collective nouns for a group of swans include a: ballet; bank; bevy; drift; eyrar; fanfare; flock; game; herd; lamentation, mark; regatta; royal; school; sounder; squadron; swannery; tank; team; tranquility; whiteness; whiting; and gargle. Or a flight, 'V'-formation or wedge if it is a flying group.
Back to Hadibo via Dixam plateau. Dragon blood tree.
Dracaena cinnabari, the Socotra dragon tree or dragon blood tree, is a dragon tree native to the Socotra archipelago, part of Yemen, located in the Arabian Sea. It is so called due to the red sap that the trees produce.
Dragon's blood is used as a stimulant and abortifacient. The root yields a gum-resin, used in gargle water as a stimulant, astringent and in toothpaste. The root is used in rheumatism, the leaves are a carminative.
The trees can be harvested for their crimson red resin, called dragon's blood, which was highly prized in the ancient world and is still used today. Around the Mediterranean basin it is used as a dye and as a medicine, Socotrans use it ornamentally as well as dying wool, gluing pottery, a breath freshener, and lipstick. Because of the belief that it is the blood of the dragon it is also used in ritual magic and alchemy. In 1883, the Scottish botanist Isaac Bayley Balfour identified three grades of resin; the most valuable were tear-like in appearance, then a mixture of small chips and fragments, with a mixture of fragments and debris being the cheapest. The resin of D. cinnabari is thought to have been the original source of dragon's blood until during the mediaeval and renaissance periods when other plants were used instead.
The local inhabitants of the city in the Socotra Island use the dragon's blood resin as a cure-all. Greeks, Romans, and Arabs use it in general wound healing, as a coagulant, cure for diarrhea, for dysentery diseases, for lowering fevers. It is also taken for ulcers in the mouth, throat, intestines and stomach.
Dragon's blood from D. cinnabari was used as a source of varnish for 18th-century Italian violin-makers. It was also used as tooth-paste in the 18th century. It is still used as varnish for violins and for photoengraving. Dragon's blood is also listed in a 16th-century text, Stahel und Eyssen, as an ingredient in a quenching bath for tempering steel. However this text is vague and poorly regarded as either an accurate description of smith's practice, or as a viable recipe.
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.