Lamium Purpureum is a small common plant of wasteland, disturbed ground and road verges. It isn't in the Urtica family and doesn't sting like some other nettles.
A plant remembered from childhood. Growing up in a builders yard, for many years without a proper flower garden, these were the flowers that we picked for our play-shed vase - always a small jar.
- The leaves and flowers can be used, either fresh or dry, “to make a decoction for checking any kind of haemorrhage.”
- Mash the leaves so they’re bruised, and apply them to minor skin abrasions and wounds.
- Make the dried leaves into a tea and sweeten with honey, to help promote perspiration and urination.
This is the only photo I have of our play-shed, it was never called a play house - always a shed. With Dad being a builder he would have made this easily out of rescued asbestos/concrete panels, which could be drawn on with chalks. Inside we had an old table that had the legs cut down, some stools and an old wooden 3 sided clothes horse with a plank across to make the 'kitchen', with an old washing up bowl. The dolls cot that someone made was out there and a dolls pram and the shed was well used.
And it also had curtains at the window! A little boy fairy?
ReplyDeleteLots of the fairies in the book of Flower Fairies are boys, I wonder how she decided if the flowers were boys or girls?
DeleteMy brain is going eeeek! at the thought of asbestos, however my eye is delighting in the photograph with that marvellous jumble of apex roofs and chimneys. That may be your only photograph but it is a beauty.
ReplyDeleteSo many buildings were made from these panels - including all the buildings on the old RAF/USAF wartime stations not far away and I guess that's where these came from, like our two long buildings that we had at the smallholding. At least the asbestos concrete panels were a tad safer than some asbestos used in insulation.
DeleteMy cousin had a play-shed too [like yours, never called a playhouse] We had such fun there. At one end was a little cushioned bench, which we either sat on like a sofa, or took it in turns to "go to bed" lying under a blanket.
ReplyDeleteWe were so lucky to have a big area for playing among all the building materials and heaps of sand.
DeleteWe used to play in the washouse when we were small unless it was being used and then we were turfed out! My husband thinks my lifelong passion for caravans and now motorhome comes from my longing to have a playhouse as a child. Catriona
ReplyDeleteWe were lucky to have such a proper 'house' to play in
DeleteI went to a primary school that was completely constructed of asbestos; it was hurriedly built when the fields next to the previous school were made into a wartime airfield. We had plenty of sheds at home though none was designed with play in mind - in fact we were probably told not to play in some of them!
ReplyDeleteThe back yard of my childhood home had a carpenters shop, a massive saw bench, wood sheds and another shed full of plumbing bits - I think we played in all of them!
DeleteHappy memories of simpler times.
ReplyDeleteWe were never taken out to do things as children are now - it was home playing all the time.
DeleteI would have loved your play-shed as a child. When we got all modern and had a gas fire installed in the kitchen to replace the open fire in the late sixties, I tried to make a play-den out of the old coalbunker. You can imagine how dirty I got and what my Mum said to me afterwards. I was never allowed in there again, my Dad screwed the panels on so I couldn't get in.
ReplyDeleteA coal bunker definitely isn't a clean place!
DeleteGreat play 'shed'. Is that the lamium also known as henbit?
ReplyDeleteRed Dead Nettle is all I know so I googled and found No they aren't the same plant
DeleteLove those childhood memories. We grew up with what we called a Tree House, but it was really just a sort of cavity beneath a fallen tree that we enclosed with broken branches. We made mud pies too. What fun we had all those years ago :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think we made mud pies but I do remember making 'stew' with sawdust, leaves and water!
DeleteWe had a shed with the fretsaw and paints and all sorts. It was small and had a door which made it perfect as a hiding place. Asbestos cement sheeting is of no danger unless you start smashing it up with a sledgehammer of course.
ReplyDeleteSmashing it up is just what we did with one of the big buildings at the smallholding - before the law changed and it had to be done by by a proper person!
DeleteLots of things repurposed for you to play with - early days of recycling.
ReplyDeleteWe rescued empty food packets too and filled them with newspaper to make pretend shopping
DeleteLamiums are very good for flowering in shady areas
ReplyDeleteProper plants not weeds |I guess
DeleteHow lovely to have a shed to play in. Jean in Winnipeg
ReplyDeleteWe were lucky
DeleteThat's a sweet little shed and you have many happy memories of it! I don't know a thing about flowers but I enjoy them anyway!
ReplyDeleteI get annoyed if I don't know what a plant is and have to find out
DeleteI've always admired play sheds for children, yet never had one. Your photo must bring a flood of happy childhood memories. We had a tree house not very enclosed but I do remember reading my book and gazing at the sky in the tree house.
ReplyDeleteOur play shed was much bigger than the small plasticy things that are sold now and lasted years
DeleteThat looks a great place to play. I used to build a show jumping course on the back lawn (probably why I was good at high jump - up to a point!) Plus tieing a cushion to a tree branch to make a "horse" (with a length of rope as stirrups!)
ReplyDeleteMy sister and her friend were always riding 'horses' round the back yard and jumping them over horse jumps - sticks on bricks- and getting in the way of anyone driving into the builders yard.
Deletethanks for the interesting info on the 'nettle' - I love all these bits of info and folklore for nature we all take for granted. x Gen
ReplyDeleteThank you - I love finding interesting bits to write about
DeleteWhat magical memories...
ReplyDeleteSimple times!
DeleteMy Granny had a brick built air raid shelter and I used that as my house. I had orange boxes to sit on and whatever plates and cups I could scrounge from my Great Granny. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteMy dad was a mechanic and back when dinosaurs roamed the earth (I'm around about your age, Sue) he somehow got hold of a crate that had held a VW Beetle car and turned that into a cubby house for me. ("Cubby" is the Aussie version of "play house".) I loved that little cubby. When mum and dad had to replace the stove in the kitchen because it stopped working, I ended up with a REAL stove to cook my "fairy stew" on. It was made of pretty much the same ingredients as yours! The house I grew up in was on an old citrus orchard and the cubby was between 2 lemon trees, so there were always lemons to add to the "cooking" as well. Lots of doll play, lots of imagination.
ReplyDeleteThanks for bringing back some really special memories, Sue.
Dad actually built me a play house with two rooms from lumber that people were going to toss. I played out there for hours.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
I love the play shed. It's enchanting!
ReplyDeleteWith all the lovely flower names one feels sorry for The Dead Nettle Fairy.
ReplyDeleteI like the play shed - not sure about the asbestos lol.
ReplyDeleteI think I have some of the Red Dead Nettle (what a great name!) in my garden. The tiny flowers are so delicate!