Horse Nettle

1 Aug

Yesterday I posted about nettle in the mint.  Had several comments singing the praise of nettle.  Then some thing started to happen in my brain.  Not quite bells or sirens–more like an unsettled feeling.  That subtle itch that tells me I had better re-think or re-examine my positions, thoughts, actions or words.  I had said that nettle was growing in my mint and lemon balm.  Yes.  That’s what I said.  But did I really know for sure it was nettle?  I thought I did but upon further examination, this morning as soon as it was light enough to see, I realized I didn’t really know what I was talking about.  horse nettle



The plant I called common nettle is actually horse nettle and apparently a different species all together.  And although I had no intention of eating its fruit–mainly because I didn’t see any–its fruit, I read, is poisonous.  And I find no reference to horse nettle having cloth dyeing properties.

So because I could not let this go by the way, I’m posting a pic here of the leaf–with the complete acknowledge that Euell Gibbons I am NOT.   And  noticing for certain that books were so much cheaper in 1962.euell gibbons

note to self:  remember the words of my philosophical son when he said to me, at the age of 3, and only slightly confusing the use of language, “you don’t know anything.  I know nothing.”

7 Responses to “Horse Nettle”

  1. Mo Crow August 1, 2013 at 4:49 pm #

    oh gosh, that looks like a bad weed be careful of the spines!

    • Patricia August 5, 2013 at 1:02 am #

      yes, the spines got my attention. rather quickly.

  2. karmadondruplhamo, (grace) August 3, 2013 at 1:59 pm #

    this is so great. and i just LOVE how that inner Sense said..Hey! wait a minute!…love
    this a LOT. it’s like that thing about the hand coming to a sudden halt when weeding,
    when SomeThing is There….so, i’m going to read about Nettle the medicinal and Horse
    Nettle. and your son’s words……….bless~ed boy.

    • Patricia August 5, 2013 at 1:04 am #

      yes, the hand stopping in mid air–responding to praying mantis’ presence. not quite as timely but there nevertheless. and you are right–bless~ed man child indeed. oh, yes. much love to you.

  3. jodameisel August 5, 2013 at 12:28 am #

    I had forgotten that story, that just put a smile on my face!

    • Patricia August 5, 2013 at 1:05 am #

      as it does mine. whenever i think about it. and when i remember the seriousness with which the statement was uttered–absolute conviction! love you.

  4. August 27, 2013 at 10:38 am #

    The training is so extensive and exacting that it takes three to four years for an apprentice to be allowed to make a wallet without supervision, and 10 years to produce a handbag.

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