The Chrysanthemum is
the flower of November. Because it blooms in the cold autumn air and foretells
the coming of winter it has come to symbolize the virtue to withstand all
adversities.
The name
Chrysanthemum is derived from the Greek words chrysos (gold) and anthos
(flower). Genus Chrsanthemum is from the family of Asteraceae . There are approximately thirty species of
perennial flowering plants in the family Asteraceae which is native to Asia and
NE Europe.
We all love
chrysanthemums, especially since the present day chrysanthemums are so
magnificent, far showier than their ancestral wild cousins. The flower occurs in various forms: they can
be pompous, decorative, daisy-like, or buttons.
Chrysanthemums are
generally of two basic groups: The Garden Hardy variety and the Exhibition
variety.
The Garden hardy mum
are new perennials and as the name suggests, are a sturdy bunch, capable of
being wintered over in the ground in most Northern latitudes. They are capable of producing an abundance of
small blooms with the least assistance and are able to withstand adverse
weather conditions such as wind and rain. .
The Exhibition
varieties, though spectacular, are considered to be frail and need a lot of
painstaking care. However the resulting disbudded blooms and spray forms such
as Fans, Hanging Baskets, Topiary, Bonsai, Thousand Bloom and Cascades, to name
a few, make the effort all worthwhile.
Aside from
decorating our homes and gardens, chrysanthemum flowers have a culinary
function. The chrysanthemum leaves are
often boiled or steamed and served as a side dish of greens in Chinese
cuisine. Sometimes the petals of
chrysanthemum are mixed with thick snake meat to augment a soup’s aroma. The white and yellow flowers of the species
C. morifolium are boiled to make tea, known as the “chrysanthemum tea” in many
parts of Asia. The chrysanthemum tea is
accredited with many medicinal usages including aiding one’s recovery from
influenza. In Korea, Gukhawaju is a rice
wine flavoured with chrysanthemum flowers.
Did you know that
the Pyrethrum (Chrysanthemum cinerariaefolium) can be used as a natural source
of insecticide? The pulverized flowers contain the active ingredient
pyrethrins, found in the seed cases, once these are extracted, they can then be
sold in the form of an oleoresin.
Applied in the form of a powder or as a suspension in oil or water, the
Pyrethrins attack the nervous system of all types of insects and also serve to
inhibit the female mosquitoes from biting.
In lesser dosage, they can be an effective insect repellent. Keep in mind though that they are harmful to
fish, but less toxic to mammals and birds than many synthetic insecticides,
except in consumer airborne backyard applications. They are considered to be
safest insecticides for use around food and being biodegradable when exposed to
light, they are also considered to be an eco-friendly product. Finally,
Chrysanthemum plants are known to reduce indoor air pollution.
Throughout the ages, many poems and stories have been created about the highly regarded Chrysanthemum. Here's "The Last Chrysanthemum" by Thomas Hardy:
“Why should this flower delay so long
To show its tremulous plumes?
Now is the time of plaintive robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
Through the slow summer, when the sun
Called to each frond and whorl
That all he could for flowers was being done,
Why did it not uncurl?
It must have felt that fervid call
Although it took no heed,
Waking but now, when leaves like corpses fall,
And saps all retrocede.
Too late its beauty, lonely thing,
The season's shine is spent,
Nothing remains for it but shivering
In tempests turbulent.
Had it a reason for delay,
Dreaming in witlessness
That for a bloom so delicately gay
Winter would stay its stress?
- I talk as if the thing were born
With sense to work its mind;
Yet it is but one mask of many worn
By the Great Face behind.”
To show its tremulous plumes?
Now is the time of plaintive robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
Through the slow summer, when the sun
Called to each frond and whorl
That all he could for flowers was being done,
Why did it not uncurl?
It must have felt that fervid call
Although it took no heed,
Waking but now, when leaves like corpses fall,
And saps all retrocede.
Too late its beauty, lonely thing,
The season's shine is spent,
Nothing remains for it but shivering
In tempests turbulent.
Had it a reason for delay,
Dreaming in witlessness
That for a bloom so delicately gay
Winter would stay its stress?
- I talk as if the thing were born
With sense to work its mind;
Yet it is but one mask of many worn
By the Great Face behind.”
The End.
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