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HERBAL REMEDIES – PART 2

 

Herb Book

For this post, I am sharing eight illustrations of herbs that have medicinal purposes. These paintings were created for a book cover. I’ve included close-ups and even some sketches. The sketches were done by one of my art assistants during a time when I was very busy with my illustration career. There is so much beauty within those drawings and they certainly made my job easier.

Dandelion Dandelion P Dandelion closeup 3Dandelion closeup 1Dandelion closeup 2Yarrow Yarrow P Yarrow closeup Wood Sorrel Wood Sorrel P Wood Sorrel closeup 2 Wood Sorrel closeup 1 Stinging Nettle Stinging Nettle PMullien Mullien P Mullien closeup Marshmallow Mullien closeup 1 Marshmallow P Marshmallow closeup 1 Hawthorn Hawthorn P Hawthorne closeup Coltsfoot Coltsfoot P Coltsfoot closeup 2 Coltsfoot closeup 1

For over thirty years, I’ve illustrated food. I have a blog where I describe my technique and have a lot more information. It is at: 

http://foodartist.wordpress.com

© 2013 by Judy Unger, http://www.myjourneysinsight.com and 20 Lines A Day. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

 


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Rondeau (Hart Crane Inspired)

Sudden pillows is what life needs

Dreams flower a meadow of weeds

Over horizons crops can grow

Upon collected ground scythes low

Break soil for urgent empire seeds

 

Further on where sweat starts beads

Lined up together against deeds

Piling with soreness’ overflow

Sudden pillow

 

Prayers come quiet take the lead

Even absent come for this plead

Return a wish of ebb and flow

Resistance can stay or may go

This life has no fantasy’s greed

Sudden pillow


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Winter Gardens At Home(updated)

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

JT grabbed her Frisbee and me the camera and we went to walk the property so I could pick up any branches that may have come down it the nasty winds.  You will see there is no snow. Plenty chilly today.  The cat for some reason was running like she was a kitten again she is 12 now.  So I toss the disc over and over while making sure the cat did not leave and head out into the coyote filled woods, all the while capturing parts of our yard before it gets covered in snow, the 2 or 3 in. we had last week melted with warmer temps and torrential rains.  The river is actually at flood stage or 2 in. below today. Time to share our stroll around the yard.

 

 

Still Green

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Makes me miss Summer

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Bird Food

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Pretty…

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Have A Holly Jolly Christmas

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The male is above

 

and this is the female

 

 

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I bought these two plants for my parents and placed them into the ground as tiny plants in 2000 twelve years later they are shoulder height on me and need to be pruned but every time I want to Mom says “Then I won’t have flowers or berries for the birds.”   Gee even I Trim MINE

 

Holly is one of those plants that make you think of Christmas

Have a Very Merry Christmas

Peace and Love

Eunice


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Looking for the summer.

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Peonies, a special favourite. I don’t grow them in my own garden; these are from the Dorothy Harvie Botanical Gardens in Calgary.
Photographed by Sheryl @ Flowery Prose on a much warmer, brighter, and less wintery day.


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Sight (Part 3) – Poetry

Look at the tulip petals as they slowly unfold

Look at the wedding ring sparkling gold

Look at the clouds as they drift through the sky

Look at expressions of those who walk by

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Look at the leaves curling on trees

Look at the hive that is made by the bees

Look at the spider web woven and glossy

Look at the mother, finger pointing and bossy

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Look at the stars on warm summer nights

Look at the dog with the ball that he bites

Look at the crests of the waves on the beach

Look at the goals that are not out of reach

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Look at the faces of those that smile wide

Look at the glow on the face of a bride

Look on the animals four legged or two

Look at the traveller who waves you adieu

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Look at the butterfly wings coloured and frail

Look at the blind who reads using braille

Look at the flight of the woodland hawk

Look at the child the first time they walk

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Look at the shiny, the dull, old and new

Look at the grass with it’s early morn dew

Look at the trees standing tall in the forests

Look at the sculptures and paintings of artists

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Look at the joy in the faces of lovers

Look at the pain and suffering of beggars

Look at the perfectness of a newly born baby

Look at the kinship you have with your family

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Look at the people who share wealth with the poor

Look at the people who only want more

Look at the sunshine on a hot summers day

Look at the winter snow, slowly drifting away

 

 

Sight…a simple thing we sometimes take for granted…sight…sometimes we see but do we actually look

 

(Reposted from ramblingsfromamum)


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A Cascade Poem!

There is nothing one can do now

The seeds are now sown

The plants are grown

There is nothing one can do now.

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Whether they were spoilt

or a little unyielding from the very start

The seeds are now sown.

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Now the development has taken place

the result is in front of the eyes, see

the plants are grown.

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Stop shedding these tears

You have to accept what has happened

There is nothing one can do now.

I will try to do better next time. Well, if you want to try it- here are the rules-

In cascade poems, the lines from the first stanza becomes the final lines of each stanza afterward.

For e.g.- The first line of the first stanza of this poem, I wrote, is the last line of the second stanza. The second line of the first stanza is the last line of the third stanza and the third line of the first stanza is the last line of the fourth stanza.


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‘Morning Rose’

 

A Morning Rose….First Light

Early morning in the back yard. Birds chirping. Cat in the window looking out, tail swishing. A bed of roses neglected this Summer. My Mom’s roses transplanted here after her death. Old roses. Sentimental roses. I see one beautiful rose in magnificent repose. The others, past their prime, chastise me. ‘Where have you been?’

 


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Spider Plant

Summer is in her final throes

This plant has once again doubled in size, what shall I do?

It is amazing how she grows

Each spring I place it outside  where it loves the rain and sun too.

 

 

I will now need to think on how to split it up.

It  should make a  few beautiful hanging plants.

I will try to save some of its babies in a cup.

Now to remember to check it for ANTS!

 

 


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My true colors

The colors I feel , I keep deep  inside

Blue is the first , I feel when I cried

Not all my days are like an odd fellow

The happy days almost , make me feel yellow

Now yellow is mostly for when I feel keen

A nice walk in the sun , sometimes also feels green

Green is the grass or leaves in the trees

Brown is the color of her  babies booties

Orange is the color of the setting sun

Whites the ball that made the homerun

Red is the color that works best for you

My color of love and always I’ve knew

 

 

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