Jungle Remedies

Wednesday, February 29th, 2012

Fresh of the heels of my Belizean vaca, I’m hitting Spring running with more blog posts about what I’ve learned on my travels. For the past month or so, I’ve had a scratch piece of paper with Mommy Janice’s recipes tucked under a beautiful little slate carving of a medicine woman, kneeling with a flower. I love these little tokens, they remind me of the plant Shamans I met on my trip, Mommy Janice to be exact:

We were both hungry and eager to stroll through the lively and abundant farmers market, so we pulled over and parked. The first stall we came across was a table brimming with different barks, leaves, branches, and clear bags and bottles with cut up medicinal herbs. The woman behind the table, I later came to find out, was Mommy Janice, a bush woman from Belmopan with a wealth of knowledge regarding anything jungle. We spent a while talking about “jungle remedies” and common ailments that can be relieved or cured by her carefully selected herbs and bark. Janice was enthusiastic and excited – the type of person who is more excited about you than you are. She started her herbal lecture as a conversation between friends, rather than someone who you just randomly met. I felt like I was learning something new, but like I was being let in on a secret, too.

“My number one selling herb, Palo de hombre or Quesa amora – for the male gem”, Janice said. I turned to Matt smiling and whispered, “Boner juice! Awesome!” We chatted with her a while and bought tropical cedar (Cedrela odorata L.) and periwinkle (Catharanthus roseus). She wrote the directions for how to use the unlabeled bags of herbs on a slightly crumpled, scratch piece of paper. I had told her how many times I fell on my ass in the caves and she suggested cedar tea, for bruised blood.”

Once I got home, I bought about 72 hundred books on Belize and jungle remedies. My favorite has been Rainforest Remedies, by Rosita Arvigo, D.N. and Michael Balick, Ph. D. This book is an awesome tool to find jungle teas, compress recipes and traditional info on plant healing. My favorite has been the ginger tea recipe, which I use in the evening before bed or if I feel a cold coming on:

Traditional Uses: A household remedy that offers great relief for stomach ache, gas pains, indigestion and colds.

Recipe: Grate 1 teaspoon of fresh ginger root in 1 cup of water. Boil for 5 minutes and drink freely.

 

 

This is Begonia popenoei (below), a lovely little begonia that often grows wild in Belize and Guatemala. I found it growing along the Caves Branch river, among wild ginger, Ylang Ylang, clover and banana. It’s a medium to large Begonia, with signature tuberous stems and a fine layer of hairs on the under side of the broad leaf. I learned you can pluck a stem, suck the bottom and taste a light, sweet nectar – similar to honeysuckle. From then on I made sure to scan the ground on our jungle hikes for this sugary pick-me-up. When you’re hot, exhausted and need more than just water and Planter’s Peanuts to satisfy you – Begonia popenoei does the trick.

(To read the whole book, click here)

Chateau Bawk Bawk

Thursday, October 13th, 2011

I designed a vertical garden for a client’s freshly built and devastatingly boring fence in HMB a couple weeks ago. It went from a mundane expansion of fence – to a blanket of lush textures and colors, planted in a way that makes it look like the fence is dripping with foliage and flowers (or, at least that’s how it will look in another couple months as it fills in!). In the process, I notice the contractor on site tossing out old sections of the fence, so I promptly dug them out of the trash and into the back of my pickup.

Hours later (with the help of Dustin, who can build anything out of anything!), they turned into a new coop for my babies.

Presenting: Chateau Bawk Bawk

front view of the new coop

hooks hold the romantic lights, burlap with plastic keep the rain out

a sand-blasted manzanita branch

wood from my fence, a client's fence, and driftwood from a trip to Port Townsend

happy bawk bawks, checking out my stock of plants

Zombie Plants

Friday, September 30th, 2011

“That plant died.”

“No. It didn’t. You fucking murdered it.”

I love when someone tells me that a plant has died.

Died.

“It died”.

Plants don’t just die. They don’t have depression, anxiety attacks or the overwhelming need for Zoloft. They are not melodramatic, write goodbye letters and commit suicides. I know it’s not good practice to use a single example to validate a statement, but I’ve never once witnessed a plant, uproot its self to draft out a will and testament, and then die.

Here is what actually happens. People or things kill them. When I say people, I mean you. When I say things, I mean natural disasters, deer, gophers, or children with an affinity to stab trees with knives (***this is a real example from a consultation I went on, where the parents would let their devil child stab the trees with a knife! Can’t wait to read about that kid in the newspapers.) I find it funny when blame is placed on the plant, and not the person who is supposed to be caring for the plant. Professionally, I’m waiting for the day that zombie plants come back to life to avenge their own deaths. I would take pleasure in seeing a poorly watered primrose come back to life, and smother an unsuspecting gardener to death. Personally, I’m waiting for the day that zombie plants come back to life and give my sister a good, old-fashion what for. She doesn’t like watering. Or bees. Or when her gardenia doesn’t flower. It’s frustrating on so many levels, and I find myself summoning a zombie attack with every insipid conversation we have about her concerns for her garden. It usually ends in me trailing off about how I’ll fertilize something with something at some point… and her driving us to the nearest wine bar, and quickly changing the topic.

Plant murderers never admit to their misdeeds. And you have to be careful, they are tricky and cloak themselves under the false identities of little old ladies, mow-blow-and go gardeners, and people working in professional buildings. The poor Philodendron in your cubical (no doubt lacking real sunlight, air circulation, water and nutrients) didn’t just die. It was a victim of a full blown office assault! Or the hapless hydrangeas, though planted with what resembled care, were subsequently murdered from lack of water while sweet Grandma Jones went away on vacation, to see her grandchildren for three weeks. Grandma Jones is a murderer.

In conclusion, it didn’t just die. You killed it.

But if you’d like a list of zombie plants (plants that seem to come back to life after just about anything!) peruse below and add some of your own:

Salvia luecantha
Salvia uglinosa
Mint
Eucalyptus
Miscanthus
Morning glory
Ivy
Alyssum
Calla Lilies
Crab Grass…

*What are some others?

lav. 'grosso' about to be transplanted. wonder how they will seal my fate...

Sweet dogs, get the fu*k out of my way!

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

I bet National Geographic photogs think they really have it rough. Taking dramatics pictures of lions stalking their prey in South Africa. Stealing gorgeous underwater images of penguins ascending in the ocean of Antarctica. Or capturing exotic photographs of the everyday life of nomads in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. I have three simple letters for them: BFD.

 

Readers, blog photography isn’t the piece of cake it looks like it is! (Although, maybe it would be a bit easier with a piece of cake… like delicious lemon cake, or even a cupcake. I would take pound cake for that matter.)

 

To prove my waste of time theory, here is a photo-log of my trials and tribulations of trying to take just one picture of the darling pansy growing through a crack on my driveway. Alas, my mangy mutts got in the way. Foiling my efforts yet again! Until the last picture, when they left, but it still came out blurry and I decided to quit being a pansy paparazzi. You won this round (again, see this past post) Nat Geo assholes!

Plant Sensitivity

Monday, January 3rd, 2011

This time of year we (gardeners, and the like) prune everything back for the Winter. Almost every mature plant in your garden gets some sort of hair cut, be it significant or a small dead-heading. But have you ever wondered what the plants thinks of all this?

I like to assume my plants enjoy when I prune them. My roses feel refreshed when I dead-head old, spent blossoms. My boxwood is happy when it gets a swift sheering on all sides; I like to imagine it feels like its just lost 10 pounds – but not in the “I worked really hard by going to the gym” way, but more in the “I have a hot date and am starving myself except for alcohol for the next three days” way. Shearing boxwood is like cutting out carbs for a couple weeks.

So. Yeah! I think plants like to be pruned, right?

Plant sensitivity has been widely studied since the beginning of… well, studying. I guessing (since that’s what you do on a blog, as opposed to a doctoral thesis) phototropism was the first noticeable, almost tangible studying of plant sensitivity. Phototropism is a growth movement induced by light or sun, or lack there of. Pretty simple, where there is light, a plant will move toward said area. The perfect example always being – sunflowers. Even (especially) as seedlings, they tilt and stretch towards a source of heat or light. And that we get. We understand this very obvious and visual plant sensitivity. But what about simply touching a plant, speaking a certain way around them or even (here we go! off to the races…) having a certain energetic way of being around them?

Take this picture of this orchid. The fine, tiny hairs on a Paphiopedilum orchid are purely functional. The trichome have evolved to grow for a number of reasons, namely to mimic aphids – which in turn, attract aphid eating insects including the Syrphid fly, one of the plant’s pollinators. Smarty pants little orchid, no? But by simply looking at these hairs they have a connotation around them that they could possibly be for feeling something else.

Do you think this orchid blossom can feel what I’m feeling? Does she feel tickled when I touch the small hairs on her petals or the difference of when I water her with warm or cold water? Does she have a preference between Snoop Dogg or Marvin Gaye?

I say, Yes.

However, your thoughts are more important… please comment.

(Much more to come on this topic… consider this a teaser.)

Podcasting

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010

Sorry for my delay in posting… I’ve been podcasting. More to come in a future post…

But for now… scroll down a bit and check out the side of the page. I’m hosting RadioLab, my favorite podcast (other than mine, of course!) Check it out the next time you are driving somewhere alone or cleaning your house or just have a chance to sit back and listen. It’s fabulous.

Talk soon… xoxoxJenn

Walnut tree

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

I would normally start this story by saying, “About this time, every year the…” – but to be honest, I’ve only lived here for about 4 months. I’ve lived in this town for about 4 lifetimes, but the house for just a bit. Enough, though, to notice that this time of year crows come out in abundance. They perch on my highest roof peak and drop freshly plucked walnuts to the ground or street, in hopes a car will run them over so they can peck out the flesh. I know this because down the street about 100 paces is a giant, handsome walnut tree (Juglans major) that serves as food for the crows and many other birds, I imagine. From my office I can watch the birds eying each other and waiting for the cars (or tractors. I live in a town, on a street, where tractors drive past your house everyday. Yes, the iconic John Deere ones. It’s fabulous) to pass, judging when to toss down the nuts. They don’t ever really fight for them, just strategize about how and when.

The street and small gutter in front of my house, and all along my street, are beautifully littered with walnut shells. There is even the outer green husk that is strewn about, eventually staining the street as car after car pass over them. It’s gorgeous to see and fun to hear the crows cooing once they have succeeded in opening the tough food.

It was foggy when I walked around the block at 7:15 this morning, trying to capture what I have been hearing and seeing for days. For some reason I was fascinated with the debris in the street, so I took a couple pic.’s of that, too. The apple core being my favorite.

Another X-Rated Garden Video!!!

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

What Spam Looks Like:

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

I know you other garden bloggers get the fucking annoying fabulous spam that I do… probably even more.

Feel free to share your favorites… here are some of mine.

1) There’s the mildly annoying, possibly harmless – but still spam:

federalgrantconnection.org/
info@federalgrantconnection.org
174.131.38.99

Submitted on 2010/01/08 at 9:29am

Very good article, I’m glad to be a reader.

2) Then there’s the obvious plug for their own blog or business… with nothing really contributing to the dialogue:

lowest-rate-loans.com
lilypeterson41@gmail.com
194.44.169.179

Submitted on 2010/04/07 at 6:08am

I propose not to hold off until you get enough amount of money to order goods! You can just get the personal loans or just auto loan and feel yourself fine

3) With my lovely blog name, I get all kinds of fun sexual comments:

allison@squirttechnique.com
173.234.121.182 (more…)