But in mid-May, I discovered some poppies Cailleach dhearg Papaver rhoeas struggling in the same adverse xerophytic desert corner of the tunnel. Poppies are the best of weeds, growing in most unlikely places and producing culinary seed - I like poppies. I started clearing around the poppies until The Beloved stopped me with "Whoa, sunshine, that's my mullein you're messing with". So I stopped hacking at the leaves and we carried the crate outside. Later the great mullein (just beginning to show yellow flower) was re-installed with honour in our largest blue-glazed earthenware planter on the recently de-thatched patio in front of the house. Now that I can reach my log-table without getting wet socks, I am resolved to sit out beside the mighty mullein with my morning quart of tea.
The medical take seems to be that mullein is mostly harmless. If you choose to extract the active principles [saponins, polyphenols] from the leaves by steeping them in hot or cold oil, then you're not going to kill anyone. But you're unlikely to cure asthma bronchitis congestion dropsy eczema frostbite gout . . . either. Part of the problem is that there are 250 species in the Genus Verbascum and folk-practitioners may be using them inter-changeably. Some known anti-inflammatory and anti-microbial compounds have been isolated from some of these species. Maybe it will be as effective for me to commune with the The Mullein (while having tea, like) to spare my life when they uproot and take over the world.
God? Verbascum blattaria moth mullein seems to be immortal. The Beal weed-seed longevity project 1879-2100 is still going. 2021 Seedlings upcommmming.
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