Quotes About Herbs

My herbs!" Jayfeather screeched.

There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream," Flamepaw pointed out. "Littlecloud would come for those." His tail curled up in amusement. "Then we could pelt Blackfoot with acorns, and he'd think they came from StarClan.

I'd hate to be stuck in the medicine den, worrying about sick cats and sorting out piles of old herbs." Jaykit sank his claws into the moss that lined his nest. "I'd much rather be a warrior, patrolling and hunting and fighting in Clan battles!" Hollykit looked at her brother, fierce and proud. Firestar had to let him become a warrior!

Is Gray Wing sick?" Black Ear asked Slate. White Tail lifted his nose knowledgeably. "He's got the sniffles. Reed Tail's been giving him herbs just like the ones he gave me when I had the sniffles.

Feverfew," Jaypaw mewed. "Good for aches, especially headaches." He turned away, adding, "But it's no good to us now because the flower won't be out for another moon." Why was she treating him like a mouse-brained idiot? How many times did he have to prove himself?

Burdock root?" Leafpaw heard her mentor scramble to her paws, and a heartbeat later Cinderpelt poked her head out of the den. "What do you want that for? Come on, Leafpaw, what do we use burdock root for?" "Rat bites, Cinderpelt," Leafpaw meowed.

To Alderheart's surprise, it actually was watermint.

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I don't use deathberries," she murmured. She began to pick through a pile of coltsfoot. "ShadowClan medicine cats keep them," she added. "They teach their apprentices how to use them." Her voice was thick, as though a dark memory filled her mind. "But I won't teach you.

Comfrey for bones, cobweb for bleeding, nettle for swelling, thyme for shock . . .

No luck with the garlic

Wrap fish fillets, sliced veggies, and other quick-cooking items inside foil packets with bundles of fresh herbs and throw them directly on the grill; the steam will release the herb's perfume and flavor anything contained inside the pouch.

Freeze herbs by stem and all - don't just freeze the leaves. It's better to keep them sturdier. Put the stems and the leaves together into a plastic bag, and just wrap it up and freeze it like that.

I got quite into Spam once, in Korea. On their Thanksgiving, they give boxes of it to their friends. I fry it in batter with herbs wrapped around.

Some of them stole off to those cryptical realms which are known only to cats and which villagers say are on the moon's dark side, whither the cats leap from tall housetops; but one small black kitten crept upstairs and sprang in Carter's lap to purr and play, and curled up near his feet when he lay down at last on the little couch whose pillows were stuffed with fragrant drowsy herbs.

If you're making a salad of any kind, cut the herbs, stems and all, and toss them into your mixed greens salad, a Romaine salad, iceberg, Bibb - it just adds a special touch.

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs. [Lat., Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.]

Mostly, though, Jonaton talked about geometry, Imaging, herbs and cures, and his cats. Anyone's cats, really. Often, he brought Imager pictures of various cats, and added funny captions to them. They always raised laughs as they were passed table to table.

The tray held herb tea, buttered bread, fruit and sheep's-milk yogurt mixed with honey, something Andie particularly liked first thing in the morning. It was, in fact, breakfast in bed.

Christianity is not a religion that offers the solace of revenge to its adherents. For that you must go to the old women who know which herbs to pluck and what charms to say under a waning moon.

I never shy away from herbs!

Brother Cadfael was invented by Ellis Peters," I explained. "He's a fictional twelfth-century monk who grows herbs and solves murders.