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It strikes me that as a rule, the difference between a regular garden and a witch’s garden is at least in theory, all the plants in a witch’s garden have a purpose. Sure, cottage gardens started off with the idea of most of the plants being edible, but mostly we plant gardens for the visual pleasure.
Witch garden plants, and even moon garden plants sometimes share a common denominator. In addition to often being poisonous, they are often thought of as weeds. So consider this a Herbalist for the cultivation of weeds and vegetation designed to heal or harm.

Plants for A Witch’s Garden & Moon Garden

In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues.” Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary Belladonna has such a lovely name, that it comes as a surprise to the origins of the plant. Typically, the berries of the Belladonna plant are consumed by animals, who - Click to read more

And where the marjoram once, and sage, and rue, And balm, and mint, with curl'd-leaf parsley grew, And double marigolds, and silver thyme, And pumpkins 'neath the window climb; And where I often, when a child, for hours Tried through the pales to get the tempting flowers, As lady's laces, everlasting peas, True-love-lies-bleeding, with the - Click to read more

No more a rake and no more a bachelor I was wedded and it whetted my thirst Until her womb start spilling out babies Only then did I reckon my curse First came Eziah with his crinkled little fingers Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery Mercifully taking her - Click to read more

For those in the United States who like to keep their garden stocked with native plants,  is a member of the Foxglove family which fits the bill. Native to eastern and southeastern United States as well as Canada, it's right at home in a faerie garden, as well as a twinkling addition to a moon - Click to read more

Exiled from his native Bulgaria, Playwright and novelist Georgi Markov had just finished walking across the Thames on Waterloo Bridge. There he waited for the bus which would take him to his office at the BBC in London, a regular trip for him. He suddenly felt a sharp pain, as though he'd been stung by - Click to read more