My memorable experience with nettles was when I was 12 years old, visiting friends of my parents in Scotland. I was playing street tennis with a daughter of their friends when I missed the ball. I went to fetch it and plunged my hand into a patch of nettles. I have no idea what it was, but the girl I was playing with ran over, grabbed a bunch of leaves from some plant and rubbed it on my hand and the irritation was almost immediately abated. I've always wondered what this obviously common folk remedy was. On Mon, Mar 16, 2020, 3:30 PM Jane McGary <janemcgary@earthlink.net> wrote: > When I lived in the Cascade foothills, my place had every kind of > wildlife from elk to newts (even the mountain beaver). The most exciting > (?) episode in the garden itself happened while I was showing a visiting > couple the rock garden, accompanied by one of my female Malamutes. > Suddenly the dog pounced on a big rock, shoved it aside, and dug > quickly. She had found a nest of baby rabbits. She ate them right in > front of my visitors. Fortunately they were outdoors people -- the man > was an ichthyologist -- and were not horrified by nature red in tooth > and claw. > > Jane McGary, Portland, Oregon, USA > > > _______________________________________________ > pbs mailing list > pbs@lists.pacificbulbsociety.net > http://lists.pacificbulbsociety.net/cgi-bin/… > _______________________________________________ pbs mailing list pbs@lists.pacificbulbsociety.net http://lists.pacificbulbsociety.net/cgi-bin/…