Monday, February 16, 2009

Hamamelis, a.k.a. Witch-hazel

February, land of dreary gray and also of opening-up things. The landscape here at Cherry Pie is the wheat-blonde of winter, that bland hay-colored absence of color that the living world takes on while it's not actively living. Everything else is gray and brown -- until this week.



Witness the arrival of Hamamelis, the first fireworks to emerge from winter -- witch-hazel. Her name is from Middle English roots of "Witch" or wiche, and that from the Old English wice, pliable or bendable. She is a wild-haired lady.



Here she is, marching around Cherry Pie land. Her accompaniment is a small and optimistic crowd of daffodil shoots.



Send me a poem about witches or witch-hazel. I'll post the most interesting ones.


1 comment:

Catherine Rankovic said...

I favor witch-hazel as a skin toner. (How do they make it, do you know, from the plant?) I'll try to write a poem about it.