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The Magic of Witch Hazel

There is something compelling about a plant flowering in autumn’s frosty grip, but our native witch hazel’s magic only begins there. Witch hazel (Hamamelis virginiana) is far better known as a bottled astringent than a native shrub. Its medicinal uses date back to the Native Americans, who taught Europeans how to identify the plant and decoct its leaves and stems into the now-familiar tonic.

Witch hazel flowers produce a scent reminiscent of lemon zest.Dave Taft Witch hazel flowers produce a scent reminiscent of lemon zest.

Few native products have become so popular, or have changed so little over the centuries. It is still working its magic from the bottle, or mixed into myriad skin care potions.

Witch hazel’s magic extends to the very tips of its branches. The plant’s preference for growing in damp woods and stream corridors was noted by early settlers who believed that the plant could lead them to critical and elusive underground springs. “Water witching” dowsers selected forked witch hazel branches growing in a north-south orientation to create their divining rods. Then, holding the forked stick by the tines, they combed the landscape waiting for the telltale tug or bend of the stick, indicating an underground water source. It is likely that the name witch hazel is derived from “wicke hazel,” wicke being the early Anglo-Saxon word for bend.

Yet another of witch hazel’s peculiarities is its explosive means of seed dispersal. Requiring a full year to mature, witch hazel seeds are contained within woody capsules that ripen among this year’s flowers. If your timing is right, hiking through a hazel-filled woods on a warm fall day, you may hear the very audible, very random snapping of these seed capsules bursting open. The seeds are often propelled for yards and make a rustling sound as they hit the leaf litter. The clattering seeds and popping pods fill the woods with vibrancy.

Flowering in the fall and early winter is an interesting strategy for any plant. Pollinators are easier to attract with few other flowers competing, but then there are fewer pollinators.

To assist in the effort to lure late-season moths and flies to their bidding, witch hazel flowers bear four brilliant yellow, ribbonlike petals. The flowers produce an unmistakable, pleasant scent that surrounds the shrubs if the air is still. Not floral or sweet, but clear and piercing, and reminiscent of lemon zest, it is an invigorating addition to the scent of autumn leaves.

Few suspect how tough the spidery and delicate-looking witch hazel flowers are. No strangers to frost, snow and ice, they roll up in response to cold, protecting more sensitive flower parts. But during brief warm spells in autumn, the petals often unfurl, sometimes several times, strangely unharmed.

Look for witch hazel in damp woodlands on Staten Island. Alley Pond Park in Queens and Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx are also good places to stop and smell the witch hazel this time of year.



New York Today: Feeding Stomachs and Souls

It's high season in the city's soup kitchens.Robert Stolarik for The New York Times It’s high season in the city’s soup kitchens.

Updated 12:34 p.m.

This week, the city’s food pantries and soup kitchens do what they do all year - only for a crush of people.

The Bowery Mission, at 227 Bowery, has been serving Thanksgiving dinners day after day.

On Thursday, the mission will dish out 7,000 meals - 1,500 at its chapel and another 5,500 at soup kitchens around the city.

Hannah Vanbiber, who helps manage the holiday banquet, told us how it works.

The mission procured 500 turkeys, 900 pies, 1,000 pounds of potatoes, 800 pounds of stuffing and 260 gallons of gravy.

Then, dinner had to be cooked.

And volunteers delegated to plate it.

“We’ve had V.I.P.’s pulling meat off turkeys in the back,” Ms. Vanbiber said.

(Katie Couric is among them this year.)

Others bring meals to tables arrayed around the mission’s chapel. Or they ladle hot chocolate and coffee in a tent outside, where people wait for seats.

“You know what’s beautiful?” Ms. Vanbiber asked.

“To see people go through the big red doors and know once they’re inside, they’re going to get fed. They come in here and they’re treated as someone valuable.”

Here’s what else you need to know for this Thanksgiving Eve.

WEATHER

Another inch or so of gust-driven rain this morning, tapering off after noon, with temperatures gradually falling through the 40s.

More than 3,000 homes on Long Island are without power because of the storm. Some roads are flooded in New York and New Jersey.

Winds should die down during the day but pick up again at night as temperatures drop into the 20s.

Tomorrow: sunny, cold, high of 35, and, yes, windy, with gusts over 30 miles an hour. Looks dicey for the big balloons.

COMMUTE

Subways: Check latest status.

Rails: Check L.I.R.R., Metro-North or New Jersey Transit status.

Roads: Check traffic map or radio report on the 1s.

Alternate-side parking is in effect today but suspended tomorrow.

Air Travel: There have been weather-related delays at area airports. Check airport status or contact your airline.

COMING UP TODAY

- Mayor-elect Bill de Blasio and his wife volunteer at a food pantry in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, at 12:45 p.m.

- Mayor Bloomberg attends the Inflating of the Parade Balloons on 77th Street and Central Park West. 5:30 p.m.

- You, too, can watch the balloons get blown up beside the American Museum of Natural History from 3 p.m. to 7 p.m. [Free]

- Or make it a crafts day with the kids at the Poe Park visitor center in the Bronx. 1:30 p.m. [Free]

- Films of Merce Cunningham’s dances will screen at the Public Library for the Performing Arts at Lincoln Center. 1 p.m. [Free]

- Teens can draw, paint and learn from a teaching artist at the Brooklyn Public Library. 4 p.m. [Free; space is limited]

- Two giant 32-foot menorahs - the biggest allowed under Jewish law - will be lit at 6 p.m. One is at Fifth Avenue and 59th Street outside Central Park. The other is at Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn. [Free]

- The often reclusive Lauryn Hill plays the Bowery Ballroom. 8 p.m. [$106]

- Here’s a helpful map of streets that will close starting today for the big parade. [DNAinfo]

- For more events, see The New York Times Arts & Entertainment guide.

IN THE NEWS

- Nearly two-thirds of New York State voters support Mr. de Blasio’s plan to raise taxes on New York City’s rich to improve public education. [Wall Street Journal]

- Hundreds of photos salvaged from the muck of Hurricane Sandy on Staten Island are posted online for their owners to find. [New York Times]

- Federal authorities confirmed that a burial ground discovered by fourth- and fifth-graders beneath a Bronx park was used to bury slaves. [Daily News]

- William J. Bratton, the former police commissioner, is said to be Mr. de Blasio’s top choice to lead the Police Department. [WPIX-TV]

- A man built a 3,000-pound gingerbread mega-village comprising 164 structures inside his Bronx apartment. [New York Times]

- Smorgasburg, the food market connected to the Brooklyn Flea, is now a year-round thing. [Eater]

- Macy’s parade balloons from the 1930s look impressively creepy in retrospect. [The Wire]

- Scoreboard: Nets snag Raptors, 102-100.

AND FINALLY…

Foul weather has been a foe to the Macy’s parade balloons almost since the parade began.

In 1931, high winds loosed Felix the Cat and a blue hippo near the Empire State Building.

Felix hit a wire and burst into flames.

The hippo was spotted by a fisherman off Rockaway Point.

There have been nearly a dozen other mishaps, including the 1997 Cat in the Hat accident that seriously injured a woman.

Most times, though, only balloons were harmed.

In 1956, gusts “flattened all three of the parade’s helium filled monsters,” The Times reported.

They included Mighty Mouse, who “struggled valiantly until Thirty-Fourth and Herald Square â€" almost to the finish â€" when he became a wee mouse.”

Joseph Burgess contributed reporting.

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A Wiseguy Neighbor in Little Italy

Dear Diary:

Back in 1985, I lived at the top of a shabby, six-floor tenement on Mulberry Street. Across the street, in between a live chicken emporium and a bodega, there was a storefront with the name Members Only scripted on a glass window, with red drapes masking the stories beyond. I guessed it was a hangout belonging to the local wiseguys. Outside, spilling over a bentwood soda fountain chair and balancing an ever-present espresso cup on his knee, was Fat Mike.

“Hey Ange,” he yelled the week I moved in. “Anybody ever bothers you, you see anybody don’t belong here, lemme know. We’ll roll a few heads.”

How he knew my name continues to be a mystery, but I’d laugh and be not so secretly glad he was there.

One bubbling hot July afternoon, my Depression-era Sicilian parents had me chauffeur them from Queens to see my first post-college home. Pulling up, I accidentally ran over the curb. As my mother hissed out Italian slang, Fat Mike bellowed congenially from his perch, “Yo, Ange, where’d ya get ya license - Sears Roe-BUCK?”

My father cracked a crooked smile as my mother glared at Fat Mike, who was jiggling in laughter, waving his empty cup.

“Who is THAT?”

“That’s just Fat Mike, Ma. He’s O.K.”

“I knew guys like that. I hate that bunch. I’d better not find out. … ”

She held on to those memories as tightly as she did her purse.

“I lived in a dump like that. I’m not going up. No thanks.”

So while she convened with her angry reverie, my father (Big Sal) got out and huffed and puffed his way up those six flights. There, he slipped me two 20s.

“You’ll be safe here.” And I was.

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