You know, mama has this humongous sage plant that bring bees to our garden, the kind that do NOT sting kitties (!), and I lie under the sage plant (substitute for the yellow bush hideout) in the cool shade of those fragrant leaves and I’m just happy as a clam. I’ve never known why clams are happy, but that’s what I am.
Now mama is giving a haircut to the sage plant and I’m, frankly, a little worried that my quarters will be disturbed, but I’m pretty sure there’s enough shade to go around with that baby—he’s BIG!
Now what do you do with bundles and bundles of sage, that’s the question? You can cook lima beans or potatoes or grill some meat and crumble toasted sage over all or you can put it in bread with hazelnuts, as mama and papa did in their bakery, or you can take it to the open market and sell it through a friend’s stand, if that’s what you wish to do, but you don’t, so mama has an idea that comes from her neighbor, our woo-woo friend who takes sage to her spiritual gatherings or to her conferences and makes magic circles with it to bring good spirits into the mix. And with this in mind, mama thought, “Well, why not give it away to all of our neighbors, young and old, nice and not so nice (!), and see what happens. Maybe everyone will try to be friends with one another instead of parking their cars too close to our friend’s planter box, or dropping cigarettes all over the street, or getting a bit too rowdy when the neighborhood is trying to sleep.
So off she goes, distributing sage in mail boxes and door ways and where have you and I’ll keep you apprised of the outcome. Sage is magical, there is no doubt about that, and perhaps it will soothe the savage beasts on our street, haha.
Hey, that does NOT include kitties named LOULOU, no way, Jose.
I’m no dummy—I guess you could call me a ‘sage’ kitty.
I’m passing out all thee bundles of sage to those bad doggies on the street (haha, just kidding, all of them are SOOOOO nice).
We’re wondering how the sage giveaway went. Did your mom leave a note with it so folks would know who gave it? Or did she leave the sage with the hope they’d all think the sage fairy made rounds? 🙂
Well, she just left it around…one bunch with a little boy who lives across the street in the apartment ABOVE the bad neighbors, so maybe it will work through him–through the floor, maybe. But she left some for THEM, too. Anonymous…
That’s a lovely thing to do, to share out the sage in a surprise through the letter box way!
My ape had to cut down our huge sage bush many years ago, she did it mid morning, it took her until the sun was as hot as it could be, when the oils are most volatile. When she finished she thought something awful was happening, had lots of fierce low tummy pain and was all hot fainty as anything. When she recovered a few hours later, she read in one of her old herb books about what sage was used for in the middle ages in ye olde England. Ghastly!
Stay sagely Loulou!
Luff
Mungo
WOW!!! Mama has herbal books from the last century and I’ll get her to look up the effects of sage. Why was it so affecting for your anthro? Did she have an allergic reaction? Mama burns a little sage bundle every time she moves into a new house, or rather, every time she MOVED into a new house. She and papa are not moving anytime soon!
In the middle ages Sage (the oil in particular) was used as an abortifactant. The ape thinks that the oils evaporating right up her nose as she worked over the bush caused the problem. Too much sage oil worries the womb greatly and causes it to er, go into quite large spasms. It was a variegated Sage, so maybe this made it potent or there was something else in the oil due to the varigation? It’s a mystery, so we only have a small sage bush now in a pot.
Fortunately Loulou, you will not be affected by this, but do warn your Mama,
Luff
Mungo
Mungo, thank you for both items, and thank heaven mama is NOT preggies….oh, boy, would she be surprised, haha. Good to know it’s so powerful. Mama used to grow variegated sage in California and it was very potent. With this one she melts butter and toasts the sage in olive oil and puts it on ravioli stuffed with ricotta and kale….num, num, especially the ricotta part.
The Ape just drooled at the description of the sagey noms!
Drooling is one of mama’s goals in life. To make people drool or salivate is her mission. Mission accomplished. Now I’m drooling because IT’S MY DINNER TIME.