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             Habenaria yezoensis


             (Habenaria ye-zoensis H. Hara)










                                                           Perennial herb up to 50 cm tall, with a straight
                                                         stem  and  ellipsoidal  root  tuber.  Simple  whole
                                                         leaves, 6–7 in number, up to 11 cm long and 0.6
                                                         cm wide, linear-lanceolate, with a sharp apex, with
                                                         3 veins, embracing. Flowers are zygomorphic, 2–8
                                                         in number, white, in a loose raceme up to 10 cm
                                                         long. Spur is up to 12 mm long, greenish, curved
                                                         forward, thickened at the top.
                                                           A rare species in the flora of Russia, known from
                                                         literary data only for Kunashir Island. There is no
                                                         material in Russian herbaria. Outside Russia it is
                                                         distributed on the islands of Hokkaido and Honshu
                                                         in Japan.












                        A little shepherd sat in a meadow and was sad that he would never
                     become a samurai, a great warrior. And he reasoned that life was
                     not arranged correctly. Why some are born rich, and even if they
                     don’t want to, they become samurai. Others, born in poverty, are
                     doomed to work hard, and they will never become a samurai. And
                     then he was distracted from his thoughts when he saw flying white
                     herons. They were so good that the boy forgot all his sorrow. He sat
                     and, without taking his eyes off, looked at the sky. And when the birds
                     were not visible, the shepherdess’s gaze dropped to the grass. And
                     then he noticed a white flower, miraculously similar to the beautiful
                     white birds that just soared in the sky. The shepherd dug a flower and
                     planted it in his garden by the house to admire it, because it looked
                     so much like soaring egrets. And the shepherd boy understood the
                     simple truth that Buddha himself told him: “Everything in this world
                     comes, like the flight of these birds, only beauty is eternal. Look at
                     the flower and remember it!»





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