The neighbor in the village grows ashberry. I could not pass by this beauty.
As a child, we went to the forest to collect it, for planting.
Then my mother cooked jam and baked pies.
I really liked it. Taste is specific, bitter-sweet is obtained.
About the utility is already silent. A lot of vitamin C, iron is 4 times more than in apples. and microelements: copper, manganese, potassium, zinc, magnesium, and others.
Practically from all diseases. Starting with the metabolism and ending with cardiovascular.
I found a beautiful legend about mountain ash on the Internet:
Once the daughter of a rich merchant fell in love with a simple guy, but her father did not want to hear about such a poor groom. To save the family from shame, he decided to resort to the help of a sorcerer. His daughter accidentally found out about this, and the girl decided to escape from her home.
On a dark and rainy night, she hurried to the bank of the river to meet her beloved. At the same hour, a sorcerer left the house. But the guy noticed the sorcerer. In order to take away the danger from the girl, the brave youth rushed into the water.
The sorcerer waited until he crossed the river and waved his magic staff when the young man was already on the beach. There was a flash of lightning, a thunderbolt, and the boy turned into an oak tree. All this happened in front of the girl, because of the rain just a little late for the meeting place. And the girl also stayed on the beach.
Her thin stamen became the trunk of mountain ash, and her arms stretched out towards her beloved. In the spring she puts on a white outfit, and in the fall she drops red tears into the water, mourning that "the river is broad, it is not overtaken, the river is deep, and not drowned".
So stand on different banks of two loving each other single trees. Remember the words from the song: "You can not cross the ashberry to the oak, you see, it's the sirotine of the age of one swinging"?
Here is a legend. Like all legends, a little sad. Bitter fire of love ...
Source: http://irinazaytseva.ru/poleznye-svojstva-krasnoj-ryabiny-primenenie-lechenie.html
Now even in winter on skis, if I see frozen clusters of mountain ash, I also tear and eat.
Bitterness does not happen. But like the summer.
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