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Pastimes : May Day, also known as Beltane -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: nihil who wrote (716)	4/29/1999 2:27:00 PM
From: jbe	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2063

As for all this talk of beech trees I think it largely theoretical. The beech I remember had a tangle of surface roots that [were] unsittable on. Not to mention the burrs. Oh, you of little faith! You are thinking of the common small beech, the lowly Horn-beam, not the noble Green Mast Beech. Consult your Culpepper: IN treating of this tree, you must understand, that I mean the green mast Beech, which is by way of distinction from that other small rough sort, called in Sussex the smaller Beech, but in Essex Horn-beam. I suppose it is needless to describe it, being already too well known to my countrymen. Place : It grows in woods amongst oaks and other trees, and in parks, forests, and chases, to feed deer; and in other places to fatten swine. Time : It blooms in the end of April, or beginning of May, for the most part, and the fruit is ripe in September. Government and virtues : It is a plant of Saturn, and therefore performs his qualities and proportion in these operations. The leaves of the Beech tree are cooling and binding, and therefore good to be applied to hot swellings to discuss them; the nuts do much nourish such beasts as feed thereon. The water that is found in the hollow places of decaying Beeches will cure both man and beast of any scurf, or running tetters, if they be washed therewith; you may boil the leaves into a poultice, or make an ointment of them when time of year serves. Now, cast your gaze towards yonder hill, and this is what you will see: hort.purdue.edu No burrs or tangled roots there, I'll wager! jbe (the "b" stands for "she who lives under the Beech tree")

To: nihil who wrote (716)	4/29/1999 2:40:00 PM
From: jbe	Respond to of 2063

But I never knew a nymph who said "No, I won't marry you, but if you want a fling or a quickie, I'm game." What poet would pass that up? Uh..nihil...How could you avoid noticing that this thread is crawling with nymphs who would say just that?! (Not me, of course, I'm the voyeuse.) I don't know whether you are a poet or not, but you'd better not pass up this opportunity! Only one day left, before the nymphs all turn back into pumpkins (as I believe Steven warned they would)! Gather ye rosebuds while ye may... jbe (dryad of the Beech tree)

To: nihil who wrote (716)	4/29/1999 5:02:00 PM
From: E	Respond to of 2063

<<As for all this talk of beech trees I think it largely theoretical. The beech I remember had a tangle of surface roots that unsittable on. Not to mention the burrs. >> This Lady, so recently insulted by that faithless knave and spleeny joithead, Sir Christopher, would like it known among the assembled lads (and what an attractive bunch these varlots be!), most especially Sir Chuzzlewit, though Sir nihil is no slouch or minnow either, that she hath brought a most comfy mattress and silken sheets, and placed them most aesthetically under her allotted space beneath the beech. Additionally, she hath strewn there flowers, and sweetmeats, and some other small items that will assure the safety of both (or all!) participants in the upcoming lubricious revel. [sotto voce: I can but hope that jealousy will pain the Arteeste's heart as sorely as would a burning ember, almond-sized, and, before The Day of the Main Misbehavior, bring about what my charms alone have failed to do-- a rekindling of the Lusty Fire of Beltane in the heart and loins of Sir Christopher .... For, alas, I miss him so!]