#bulrushes

[geopsych]

Bulrushes, goldenrod and asters in an old meadow

[peterborough-scapes]

Resilience

Amidst the quiet stillness of winter, a couple of bulrushes stand tall, their slender stalks gently swaying in the crisp breeze. A light dusting of snow blankets the tops, creating a delicate contrast against the muted browns in the background. The scene evokes a sense of tranquility, as nature embraces the serene beauty of the season. Each bulrush, with its frosty crown, tells a story of resilience and grace in the heart of winter.

©Ken Oliver

[stargoose-photo]

Haysden Country Park, Tonbridge, Kent, England, October 2024.

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[caraecethrae]

"In Ireland bulrush was considered a fairy plant as its Irish name indicates: coigeal na mban sí or ‘fairy woman’s spindle’. In Scotland it was believed that if a bulrush was gathered at midsummer midnight and then wrapped in a shroud, that it would guarantee freedom from every ailment for the rest of the person's life."

—Ireland's Wild Plants – Myths, Legends & Folklore by Niall Mac Coitir.

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