Anise Hyssop (Blue Fortune cultivar) and Anise Anistata

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Cindi

Quote from: reinbeau on February 24, 2008, 06:08:04 PM
Quote from: johnnybigfish on February 24, 2008, 05:16:22 PM
Theres a certain jasmine plant that produces a poisonous honey.  I think it may be the carolina jasmine or star jasmine. does anybody remeber which one?
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john

That is Carolina Jessamine, beautiful vine, but not good for honey, or bees.  From the link:

QuoteAll parts of this plant are poisonous. The sap may cause skin irritation in sensitive individuals. Children can be poisoned by sucking the nectar from the flowers. Insects or diseases rarely trouble Carolina Jessamine. Deer will not eat it.

Gotta wonder what pollinates it!  :shock:

Ann, sometimes you astound me with your wealth of horiticultural information!!!  I am not kidding, girl.  I could only dream of one day having the knowledge that I know you possess, go, girl, go!!!!!  Have the most beautiful and awesome day, lovin' our life.  Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service

Cindi

Eeks, there are too many people that I need to make a comment to.

I will try to sum it all up partially here. YOu all make me laugh!!!  I think that is what I was going to say, I am in such a happy place here with my forum friends, hee, hee.

OK, now....Angi, I will send you seeds, with pleasure, yes, I still have your address and I am sending seeds off to you other guys too, have let you know that in the PM section, hee, hee.

Angi, well, it seems that my Muscovy drake that was born around the middle of October is hissing like crazy (I had a bout the other day with putting him in his place, he thought he would try to get nasty with me, I don't think so, no critter is allowed to intimidate me around here!!!).

Two times now I have seen Whoppo in action.

Last night around dusk I was outside, I saw Whoppo (that is his name) chasing Lovely Lady (of course one of the beautifullest hens) chasing her, she was running like the wildfire.  But he finally caught up to her, all out of breath.  She squatted down a bit and he had his way with her.  Now the Muscovys are certainly not like a rooster,who is done in the blink of an eye.  Their copulating is very time consuming, that I have seen over and over again.  It probably encompasses two minutes.  He finally fell off, that is all I can really describe it as, kind of like a rabbit in that way.  He walked away, slowly, apparatus hangin' down.  So I know he bred with her, not sure if the sperm is viable yet, but I know he mated.  Then he saw me looking at him.  He got that darn aggressive look again.  Nope, not going there.  Don't intimidate me.......I walked to him and made an aggressive stance, he turned and headed off.  Think he remembers the other day.

Whoppo is now just over 4 months old.  Angi, you said that your drake is one year old and still peeps and is not mature.  I hate to say this, but are you sure he is a drake?  Hee, hee.  I know that you know very well what the differences are between the duck and drake.  But why would a one year old still be peeping?  Whoppo started hissing about a month ago at least, maybe farther south they mature more slowly?

Whoppo is a beauty and BIG.....

Holy smokers, and this thread was about flowers, I am thinking it might get moved or something.  I apologize, but I ramble, I can't stop my fingers once they hit the keyboard and flow.  Beautiful day, beautiful life, beautiful of the most beautiful beautiful.  Cindi

Whoppo and a beautiful duck.  The picture was taken February 2. His caruncles are even more red (is that the right word?).


There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service