Old guy, new nature leaf

I’m an amateur naturalist and a pro (technically, I’ve earned $5.81 on Adobe Stock so far) photographer, with tons of photos and years of personal observation of what’s going on in the ever-fascinating world of nature.

So I’m going to post a pic and a bit of text every day. I hope you find it interesting, or enlightening or refreshing.

Any comments — and I’d love to hear your thoughts — can be directed to me at bobqsix@Verizon.net.

Pictured is Opie, our precious 17-pound rescue dog and best woods buddy ever.

Enjoy and please come back often.opie edit (640x426)


Bittersweet traditions…and bitter comments

Nicely ironic that on the morning my How an atheist celebrates Christmas on PennLive.com is unleashing some serious vitriol — my editor said they had to pull some comments that were way over the top — I should have a nice fresh pic of oriental bittersweet that I shot in the woods behind the family cemetery
Firmly believing in “the foolish consistency of the little mind: the wise man contradicts himself” (or something close to that, too lazy to look it up right now) I see no problem with running a piece from a nice blog called a piece of dirt, I believe, on chrismas decorations using bittersweet.oriental

A Bittersweet Moment…

December 10, 2012 1 Comment

‘Tis the season to decorate, but you might want to be careful what you are decorating with.

Oriental Bittersweet is a woody vine that has bright red berries and is perfect for Christmas decorations.

The problem is, the seeds on the vines are viable, meaning they will grow if they hit the dirt… well, they have to get IN the dirt and get the appropriate amounts of water and sunlight, but you get the idea.

—-Oriental bittersweet:

While that in itself is not necessarily a problem, the fact that the vine is very aggressive, is.  The vine is native to Asia and it climbs trees, slowing the growth or killing the them by blocking the light from the forest canopy.

There is an American bittersweet, which is native to Iowa.


Just looking at the pictures, they seem the same to me.  You can tell the difference by checking the fruit location on the vine.


American bittersweet only has fruit at the tip of the stem whereas Oriental bittersweet has fruit and flowers along the length of the stem.    The Minnesota Department of Ag has some more information here.

The Iowa Department of Natural Resources also has a page you can visit, and goes into a little more detail.  You can check it out by clicking here.


Whether you have the invasive or the native variety of bittersweet, have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Winter Solstice and any other celebrations that occur when the Sun is in the Southern Hemisphere!


Dig it!


Motherwort and buttonbush warm up a very cold day.


Still more from the other day, wandering aroun the frozen tundra at Frances Slocum: motherwort, distinctive in any season and a medical heavyweight.

What is Motherwort?

Motherwort is an herbaceous plant scientifically known as Leonurus cardiaca and bears other common names like lion’s ear and throw-wort. This herb is typically collected before the seeds form, but all of the aboveground parts of the plant can be used for traditional medicine and natural applications. Native to central Asia and parts of Europe, motherwort is now considered an invasive species and grows primarily on roadsides and undisturbed areas of land. This herb has a number of uses, largely due to its impressive level of antioxidants and active ingredients, including flavonoids, terpenes, tannins and various vitamins.

Motherwort Benefits

The top benefits of motherwort include its ability to relieve menopausal symptoms, soothe symptoms of heart conditions, and increase appetite, among others.
•Naturally treat heart conditions, such as atherosclerosis and high blood pressure
•Traditionally used to soothe anxiety and tension
•Treats fast/irregular heartbeat and abnormal breathing which affect heart health
•Boost women’s health, including delayed labor and delayed afterbirth
•Balance hormones related to menopausal symptoms and delayed menstruation
•Soothe post-partum complications
•Improve sleep issues, such as insomnia and restlessness
•Improve overall thyroid health
•Eliminate symptoms of shingles and other skin infections
•Reduce excess flatulence
•Help to break fevers
•Improve respiratory ailments
•Treat edema and water retention
•Stimulate the function of the kidneys
•Boost appetite following injury or surgery



I know it looks like a Calder mobile but it’s mr. buttonbush.

Buttonbush Facts

Buttonbush is deciduous shrub that belongs to the madder family. It originates from North America. Buttonbush can be found in wet habitats such as marshes, shorelines, ditches and areas near the rivers and pond. It grows on saturated, sandy, loamy and alluvial, slightly acidic soil, exposed to direct sunlight. Buttonbush is one of the first plants that will appear in areas destroyed by floods (pioneer species). It is often used in the projects of restoration of wetlands due to ability to survive in 3-feet deep water. Other than that, buttonbush is cultivated in ornamental purposes.

Interesting Buttonbush Facts:Buttonbush is multi-branched, round-shaped shrub that can reach 6 to 12 feet in height.
Buttonbush produces oval or elliptical, dark green, glossy leaves. They are oppositely arranged on the branches or gathered in whorls. Buttonbush discards leaves at the beginning of the autumn.
Flowers of buttonbush are arranged in the form of dense, globular clusters that look like white fuzzy puffballs. Flowers develop at the end of the branches and they contain both types of reproductive organs (perfect flowers).
Buttonbush blooms during the spring and summer (from June to September). Flowers are rich source of nectar which attracts bees, butterflies and moths, main pollinators of this plant.
Fruit of buttonbush is reddish-brown, round-shaped capsule filled with two seed. Fruit ripens during September and October.
Buttonbush propagates via seed and cuttings.
Scientific name of buttonbush is Cephalanthus. Name originates from two Greek words: “kephalos”, which means “head”, and “anthos”, which means “flower”, and it refers to the unusual, roundish shape of the flower heads.
Wood ducks, mallard ducks and geese like to eat seed of buttonbush. Twigs and leaves of buttonbush are important source of food for white-tailed deer.
Even though buttonbush represents valuable source of food for the wildlife, entire plant contains substances that can induce intoxication of cattle and humans.
Many songbirds build nest among dense branches of buttonbush. This plant also provides shelter for frogs, salamanders and insects.
Native Americans used inner bark of buttonbush to induce vomiting and cleansing of the body. Buttonbush was also used in treatment of kidney stones, sore eyes, rheumatism, headache, fever, bleeding, muscle inflammation and toothache.
First European settlers used bark of buttonbush in treatment of malaria (as a substitute for quinine, well-known and commonly prescribed drug for malaria).
Buttonbush can be cultivated in ornamental purposes, as a garden plant, near the ponds or as a part of water gardens.
Buttonbush is often cultivated near the ponds and streams because of its strong root system which prevents erosion of the soil.
Buttonbush is perennial plant, which means that it can survive more than 2 years in the wild.

True believers, look away: How an atheist doesn’t celebrate Christmas

By Bob Quarteroni

I’ve been asked to comment on how an atheist celebrates Christmas.

For this atheist, that’s easy: He doesn’t.

In the first place it would be logically inconsistent to celebrate that which doesn’t exist, which is my strongly held belief about the Big Implausible.

If Seinfeld was a show about nothing, this would be a celebration about nothing, and that’s too ludicrous a concept even for someone as mentally misaligned as I am.

So, nothing – in the way of gods, unmoved movers, first causes — is what I believe exists.

And happily so: The old torture monster that is laughingly passed of as an omniscient deity by the family of true believers is something to be loathed, not revered.

I’ll trot it out one more time, because no one has ever said it as well as Shakespeare: “As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, they kill us for their sport.”

Zero celebration seems pretty clear cut to me but I was curious about how other atheists deal with the annual birth of the Exalted Nothing, so I started poking around.

And it turns out many non-believers, maybe most, have tucked their tails between their legs and espoused an “Atheism Lite” around Christmas, clutching with gusto just about everything that believers do. And with only a tiny throw-away afterthought that, of course, there is no god.

As an example, I found this by Marty Nemko, Ph.D. on Psychology Today:

“I may be pushing it here, but if you attend Midnight Mass at a church known for doing it wonderfully, even a staunch atheist should be able to enjoy it—In a building of architectural wonder, you get to experience, with a community of connected people, some of the most exalted music.”

Oh yeah, right.  We refute everything believers espouse and we’re going to go into their crib on the Night of the Most Exalted Celebration of the Non-Existent and hold hands and sing kumbaya?

That dog don’t hunt nor does this from American Atheists’ Randy Gotovich: “We’re trying to be inclusive of everyone in Christmas and saying that anyone can celebrate it. It shouldn’t be viewed strictly as a Christian holiday.”

Randy, buddy, didn’t you get the memo?  “We” shouldn’t be doing anything – much less anything inclusive – when it comes to Christmas because it’s a celebration of what we don’t believe in. Methinks your atheism is a tad wobbly.

It’s clear there’s a division between atheists who want to seemingly “suspend” their core beliefs so they can play nice with believers and ooh and ahh over Christmas trees, and go caroling and some of us – perhaps only me — who want to keep our own separation of church and the state of atheism clear and distinct.

They used to speak of “muscular Christianity” in Victorian England.

I espouse a muscular atheism: I don’t want to join in to celebrate everything I find hollow, empty, intellectually dishonest and beyond the pale in so many ways. And I’m not going to be shy about spreading that zero-participation policy.

Which, I think, pretty much sums up my views on celebrating Christmas: I don’t

But I’m not singling out Christmas.

I pretty much dislike all holidays, for as many reasons as there are holidays and it seems there’s more and more holidays every year.

A neurotic loner vegetarian non-drinker (two years Dec. 31) amateur naturalist I am constitutionally unable to join willingly in anything from the July 4th noise-a-thon to the Thanksgiving let’s eat 10,000 calories bacchanalia.

Crowd left, Bob right. Just the way it is, always has been, always will, holidays no exceptions.

Which could lead you to ask: What, do you hate everything?

And the answer is, of course not, but what I like is apparently at odds with what most people like.

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions,” Thoreau wrote, “perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”

That be me.

I celebrate being alone. I celebrate nature great and small. I celebrate my lifelong obsession with seeking knowledge about the fundamental questions of why we are here, what is life and how did this great, tangled mess of creation all come about.

I celebrate a few friends who are as committed to the rigor of truth as I try to be. I celebrate rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim. I celebrate the grasses, sedges, trees, flowers and all the extravagant intricacies of nature.

And I celebrate, quietly and privately, those I love and who love me.

And I celebrate 17-pound rescue doggie Opie, who is more of a god to me than anything else I’ve run across in my biblically allotted three score and ten years.A

As magician Penn Jillette said, “Believing there is no God gives me more room for belief in family, people, love, truth, beauty, sex, Jell-O, and all the other things I can prove and that make this life the best life I will ever have.”

So that’s that. There’s really nothing more to say.

Well, just one thing, doesn’t hurt me so why not? As Thomas Jefferson said, “It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no God.”

So, Merry Christmas!





Cold, frigid, windy: A sort of unique cure for a sore back

    Can’t work out because of whatever is ailing my back. But can still wander the woods. Sunny yesterday but bitter, with a cutting wind.

Strangely I didn’t feel cold and my back felt the best that it has in days as I wandered the tundrad shoreline of Frances Slocum.  Go figure. Huge stands of Joe Pye weed all up and down the shoreline.joe   

Europeans who came to the New World welcomed Native American medical knowledge. Though Europeans had commonly used herbs and other plant preparations to cure illnesses, they were not familiar with many of the plants they found in their new home. Native Americans had used these plants for centuries and generously shared their knowledge. Joe Pye weed (which can be dangerous if used without caution) is a native plant with many medicinal uses. The Iroquois and Cherokee used its roots and flowers as a diuretic to help with urinary and kidney ailments, while the roots and leaves could be steeped in hot water and the liquid taken for fever and inflammation.

This weed’s unusual name has been attributed to a number of sources. One is that Joe Pye was a phonetic translation of jopi or jopai, supposedly an early native American word for typhus. Or, it derived from the name of a 19th century white “Indian theme promoter.” However, the 1822 third edition of the Manual of Botany, for the Northern and Middle States of America states that Joe Pye weed was named after a Native American in Massachusetts. Details of Pye’s life have not always been recounted accurately, but according to research by Richard Pearce, Pye was a Mohegan sachem (healer) who lived in an area where the weed (botanical name: Eutrochium purpureum) was used to cure an outbreak of typhus. Joe Pye weed is a sweat inducer, which is probably the mechanism of cure.



And endless goldenrod ball galls, including this double=header.

A field of dried-up goldenrods also has a special attraction this time of year — insect galls. Most goldenrods harbor the galls, each of which contains a wormlike larva of a certain fly or other insect.

The larvae, in turn, are important winter food for several creatures, especially downy woodpeckers and sometimes Carolina chickadees. Gray squirrels also may rely on the gall larvae in winter, especially during years when nuts, acorns and other favorite foods are scarce.

Galls are common — albeit abnormal — plant growths caused by the larvae of certain insects and mites. Many plant species attract gall-makers, but goldenrods seem especially alluring to them.

Goldenrod galls appear as round swellings as large as golf balls on stems.
The commonest goldenrod gall is made by the goldenrod gall fly. In spring, the female lays her eggs on the stem. A larva from a hatched egg chews its way into the stem and the gall begins to form. No one knows just how a larva causes a gall to start, but it may have something to do with the larva’s saliva, which may mimic plant hormones.

The larva stays in its gall the rest of the year and continues to develop. By late fall, it will be fat and ready to enter the pupal stage to develop into an adult fly, which will emerge the following spring. The gall itself will have hardened and become tough to open.

To make sure that it can exit the gall as an adult, the larva in late fall will tunnel almost to the outside of the gall, leaving just a thin plant tissue inside. This will allow it to pop out easily as an adult in spring.

Bad back-yard nature!

froghopperSo, an unexpected back attack from hell has me on the ropes but not down and out.

If you can’t go to the woods to find nature, just look in your own backyard.

Even after snow, icy cold and miserable weather prostate spurge and dollar plant are both fine and perky in the driveway.

And here’s a piece I wrote earlier in the year about backyard nature. PIc is of mr. froghopper.

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” Henry David Thoreau

He’s right. You can find endless, fascinating examples of the natural world in your own backyard, or front yard, or even growing out of the cracks of your sidewalks. To illustrate this, a look at five examples of nature at our doorstep, all found around my house at New Sullivan Street in Swoyersville, showing that you don’t have to look far to find nature, you just have to look at what’s at your feet.


This ordinary looking weed taking over my sidewalk looks just like another unwanted guest to be pulled or zapped.

But looks can be deceiving.

This is purslane, a gourmet delight.

Listen to the New York Times: “It’s not a summer icon like sweet corn, but you don’t have to wait for purslane, with its pleasant crunch and lemony tang. (It is) delicious, versatile, inexpensive and packed with nutrients like vitamin C and omega-3 fatty acids.”

And the Eat the Planet blog gushes, “The plant has many culinary uses, just about anything you can think of. It can be eaten raw or cooked. It can be put it salads, and sandwiches…. The taste is slightly savory and sour so it goes well with many dinner and lunch foods, like vegetables and meats.”


I have several mints in my yard – especially gill-over-the-ground which has essentially taken over the lawn despite my best efforts – but my favorite is heal all.

True to its name, heal all has been revered as a medicinal herb for centuries.

It has been used for everything from minor cuts to internal bleeding, from treating diarrhea and high blood pressure to fevers, weaknesses of the heart and liver and even internal bleeding.

Today, a tea made from its leaves is used as a folk remedy to treat anxiety, depression and mood swings.

Scientific analysis has revealed that it has an antibacterial action and studies are being conducted to see if it could be used to treat diabetes, AIDS, and cancer.


To live here is to know — far too intimately — garlic mustard, which is relentless in advancing and taking over large swaths of land.

That’s because garlic mustard releases compounds from its roots which prevent the growth of grass, herbs and seedlings. Utilizing this tactic, it has been reported as advancing 20 feet a year in some spots.

It was introduced here by Europeans for food in New York in 1868.

It was originally used as a vegetable because of its high concentrations of vitamin A and C. It lends a garlicky flavor to food and its juice has antiseptic properties.

However, “Its crushingly negative impact on native plants and native forest ecosystems renders these very minimal uses quite trivial and unimportant,” according to the Penn State Kensington Virtual Nature Trail page.


When you find out that a plant draped over your fence was used in England to counterattack witchcraft, it makes it a lot more interesting.

Although not the same plant as the legendary and highly toxic deadly nightshade or belladonna, bittersweet nightshade is somewhat poisonous and has caused the death of pets and livestock and, though more rarely, sickness and even death in children who have eaten the berries which, along with the leaves, contain the toxin solanine.

But as for that bittersweet name, the Poison Garden website begs to differ.

“On the two occasions I have chewed, but not swallowed, a single berry, I found the bitterness to be extreme…. I am led to speculate that anyone who succeeds in being poisoned…must have had some impairment of the sense of taste.”


No, this is not what it looks like.

What this frothy little mass is is a home for a bug — a true bug — named froghopper or spittlebug. Froghoppers are small, brown insects.

Their larvae are more commonly seen coated in a mass of froth — referred to as cuckoo spit — on plant stems, as this one in my yard. This froth protects the larva from predators as it feeds on young leaves and shoots, and it also stops it from drying out and it does little damage to the plant.

But when the bugs emerge, they are, according to National Geographic News, the “World’s Greatest Leaper.”

‘It has more jumping prowess than fleas, out hops the springiest grasshoppers, and clears the high bar more quickly than bush crickets…It is a mere 0.2 inches long but employs a novel catapult mechanism to launch itself upwards of 28 inches into the air,” the News said.


Ignorance? Got a mirror handy?


By Bob Quarteroni

I read in the Times of Israel that researchers have identified “what’s said to be a previously undiscovered organ and may be one of the largest in the body.”

It’s called the interstitium and it just shows how ignorant we are, even of our own bodies in this supposed age of instant, total knowledge.

Not just our innards are terra incognita. Everywhere I turn I hear of how little we know.

In my amateur naturalist mode I’m learning about lichens and reading about how they sexually reproduce.

Well, I would, but according to Joe Walewski in “Lichens of the North Woods,” “This is all in theory, mind, since no one has ever seen it happen….”

Hell, we don’t know why we sleep or what dreams mean. We’ve only identified approximately 14 percent of the estimated 8.7 million species on the planet.

Gravity? Forget it. We don’t know why cats purr or even why we yawn.

Even with viruses, which kill us by the tens of millions, we don’t know if they are alive or dead (According to Scientific America, “viruses today are thought of as being in a gray area between living and nonliving,” a nice fudge if I’ve ever seen one).

You get the general idea. What we don’t know is a lot.

Unfortunately, what we THINK we don’t know isn’t.

We are, as a species, soooo sure of just how smart we are and how much we know.

We aren’t, and we don’t.

There is a phenomenon in psychology called the “Dunning-Kruger Effect.”

It is defined as “a cognitive bias in which unskilled individuals suffer from illusory superiority, mistakenly rating their ability much higher than is accurate. This bias is attributed to a metacognitive inability to recognize their [own] ineptitude.”.

Which, not surprisingly, why Donald Trump comes to mind.

With Bloomberg View we didn’t need to even read the story: The headline sums it up nicely: “Trump’s ‘Dangerous Disability’? It’s the Dunning-Kruger Effect. We’re all ignorant, but Trump takes it to a different level.”

As a race we are sublimely convinced of our towering knowledge, just as we were when we were convinced the sun revolved around the earth and the world was flat and that our government was going to take care of us. “Absolute” truth which turned out to be absolute nonsense.

It is perhaps mankind’s biggest problem: The deadly combination of ignorance and arrogance.

This combination in our “leaders” has led to such debacles as Vietnam. No little brown men are going to be able to defeat the might of the United States military, said arrogant Robert McNamara, Defense Secretary: “The war in Vietnam is going well and will succeed.”

Well, if success is measured by the 58,220 dead American soldiers, I guess it was a success,

But the arrogance-ignorance monster lives on, and it’s the parent of everything from our 16-year debacle in Afghanistan to the simply unbelievable withdrawal from the Paris Climate Accord and ongoing denial of the reality of global warming.

And it’s a worldwide problem, from Vladimir Putin to Assad and every other wannabe dictator, ruining the lives of their people when they aren’t just killing them outright.

And it’s prevalent in religion, misguided religion from the sickness of ISIS to the incredible – but deadly – fighting between Shia and Sunni Muslims over some fine points of theology.

We could go on and on – hear about how North Koreans are picking the kernels of corn out of excrement so they have something to eat? Or what the UN calls a “textbook example of ethnic cleansing” in Myanmar?

Arrogance and ignorance rule. QED.

What can be done?

Well, we could nuke the planet and hope that the cockroaches or whatever take over have a finer moral compass than our current crop of leaders, which wouldn’t be all that difficult.

But short of that we have too, as individuals, get into the game and try to stop the AI train wreck wherever we can.

If ever the old chestnut of think globally but act locally was apt, this is it.

Is your school board acting like a bunch of Nazi thugs? Get active, complain and work to vote them out of office.

Is your congressman bought and owned by the NRA? Do your best to let fellow voters know and boot the bum out of office.

Are you sickened by the ignorance (“I’m like really smart”) and arrogance (“I could…shoot somebody and I wouldn’t lose any voters”) of our supremely crazy leader?

Then get off your behinds and do waht you can, all you can, to make sure that he and his cabal of lunatics are gone as soon as possible, relegated to the garbage dump of history where they belong.

And as for the epidemic of arrogance and ignorance itself?

We can’t change human nature but we can do a better job of recognizing potential leaders with this horrible disease.

They can only exist, they can only exert their maleficence if people let them, fearing they have no power to change the way things are.

But that’s a mistake. ALL the power rests with the people, if they just exercise it. And if the shape of the world today isn’t enough to stir you to action, someone needs to check you for a pulse.

It’s time. It’s past time we take control. As Winston Churchill said so presciently, “Dictators ride to and fro on tigers from which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.”

Lunch, anyone?




Like Popeye, I yam what I yam, sore back and all: wild yam, birch polypore


December has apparently been designated Bob Falls Apart month. Along with everything else, I woke up with the worst back pain and tighness in a decade caused by who knows what.
But I wasn’t going to give in to the little bastard easiliy so stretched it as much as I could and staggered out the door at 2:30 and got almost two hours in the woods. It’s sore now but not bad so we shall see. And among what we did see was super-hyped for health wild yam.

Name: Wild Yam
Scientific Name: Dioscorea Villosa
Origin North America, Mexico, and Asia
Colors Green turning to golden green as they mature
Shapes 3-celled seed capsules that are ovoid in shape and about 1 inch long; these capsules are strongly 3-angled
Taste Initially starchy, but soon after taste bitter and acrid
Health benefits Blood sugar regulation, May Help Reduce Photo-aging, Rheumatoid arthritis, High Cholesterol, Cramps and muscular pain, Menopause Management, Breast health

Wild yam is the common name for Dioscorea villosa, actually a perennial flowering plant of the Dioscoreaceae family which consists of around 750 species of flowering plants. The plant is native to North America, Mexico, and Asia. It is common and widespread in a range stretching from Texas and Florida north to Minnesota, Ontario and Massachusetts. Apart from wild yam it is also known as Wild yam root, devil’s bones, Mexican wild yam, American Yam, Atlantic Yam, Barbasco, China Root, Chinese Yam, Colic Root, Devil’s Bones, Rheumatism Root, Rhizoma Dioscorae, Rhizoma Dioscoreae, Shan Yao, Wild Mexican Yam, Yam and Yuma. The genus name Dioscorea gets its name from the ancient Greek physician Pedanius Dioscorides. The common name “yam” comes from West African dialect and means “to eat”.

Wild yam has been used for centuries by Native Americans and early Americans for treatment of a variety of ailments. The herb, also known as colic root, has a relaxing effect. As the name suggests, an early use was to relieve colic in babies. Be sure to consult your child’s pediatrician before giving your child any alternative treatment. But there are several other ways that wild yam can be used to improve health.birch


Also found on our sore back ramble,  birch polypore, famously carried in the medical kit of Otzi, the ice man.

Birch Polypore Piptoporus betulinus is a commonly known and used fungi that grows on birch trees. This mushroom’s most commonly known names include Birch Polypore, Razor Strop or Birch Bracket. Most commonly referred to as the Birch Polypore, this edible mushroom believed to have medicinal properties.

The Birch Polypore has a bitter, earthy and slightly sweet taste, and it emanates a rich, distinct smell that many people describe by simply using the word “mushroomy”.

Birch Polypore – Appearance and Characteristics

The Birch Polypore has gained its name mainly for the places that it prefers to reside on, which are, of course, birch trees in most cases. This fungi features fruiting bodies that display pale top surfaces with smooth greyish-brown covers. The underside of this medicinal mushroom is creamy white and provides for hundreds of pores containing spores. Its fruiting body is characterized by a rubbery texture which becomes corky while aging. The spores have a cylindrical to ellipsoid shape.

Medicinal Properties of Birch Polypore

The Piptoporus betulinus is believed to be helpful in achieving a healthy diet, thanks to its anti-inflammatory and antibacterial compounds. Some of the compounds that are found in this fungus’ fruit body, such as polyporenic acid, are considered to be poisonous to the parasitic whipworm known as Trichuris trichura.

In addition to these compounds, Birch Polypore also contains other properties that are said to have positive effects on body’s health. Here are some of the most important compounds of this fungi and their roles for your health.


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