Aloe has a great sense of humor. Stroke the nice turgid leaves between your fingers and feel the bumpy, benign prickles pass through. They go "Isaac, Isaac, Isaac" meaning "he laughs." And the image that comes to my mind is a happy baby. (See the story in Genesis 17 and 21 of Sarah laughing at God's "joke" that she would bear a son at age 90.) Thanks to friend Sara (no 'h') for inspiring this tack on the emotional value of the herb.
I once traded in live aloe v. when I lived in Santa Cruz. They came by truck from Arizona to a local herb broker, FMALI, run by friends Ben and Lou, now famous for Good Earth Teas. I would pot them in my garage using cans from the dining halls at UCSC and good ole Watsonville loam I cadged wherever I could. After a few weeks of settling in, I sold them wholesale and retail wherever I could peddle them, me in my '67 VW "Herbie" bus. I gotta say they sold themselves. Later a local production potter made cool little pots for the baby aloes and they sold well too.
Got a story about aloe vera? Write it to "comments". Happy Mother's Day to all mothers and mothers-to0-be (yay, Ro-Ro).
2 comments:
Welcome to blogdom Hal! So glad you could join us! Isn't it the great mental balm of gilead? Looking forward to reading.
You said it Rechelle. It's at least getting me into using the digital camera! I like the journaling aspect, and for you the project of your house is a great subject. cheers to all of you!
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