More Visions of Chrysanthemum (Mums)

More Visions of Chrysanthemums (Mums)

Chrysanthemums are truly a glorious flower offering countless visual delights. It was a hard choice but here are a few more of my favorites:

A Lovely Poem:

Autumn chrysanthemums have beautiful color

Autumn chrysanthemums have beautiful color,

With dew in my clothes I pluck their flowers.

I float this thing in wine to forget my sorrow,

To leave far behind my thoughts of the world.

Alone, I pour myself a goblet of wine;

When the cup is empty, the pot pours for itself.

As the sun sets, all activities cease;

Homing birds, they hurry to the woods singing.

Haughtily, I whistle below the eastern balcony --

I've found again the meaning of life.

by T'ao Ch'ien, Buddhist Taoist, 4^th Century

(365 - 427) Timeline, English version by Wu-chi Liu

The End.

BoSt Galleries- Ode to the Chrysanthemum 2012

BoSt Galleries- Ode to the Chrysanthemum 2012

Here’s another lovely poem. The sentiment well describes this spectacular flower.

Chrysanthemum

The rose is called the queen of flowers,

          Surrounded by her sisters fair,

          A lovely throng of beauties rare, Chrysanthemum.

The rose is called the queen of flowers,

          Surrounded by her sisters fair,

          A lovely throng of beauties rare,

She holds her court 'mid summer bowers,

          'Neath smiling skies of sunny blue,

          Gayly they bloom the summer through

Brightening all the golden hours.

But when the autumn days have come

          Then blooms our sweet Chrysanthemum.   

As we watch the summer days depart

          And the painted leaves in silence fall,

          And the vines are dead upon the wall;

A dreamy sadness fills each heart,

          Our garden seems a dreary place,

          No brilliant flowers its borders grace,

Save in a sheltered nook apart,

          Where gay beneath the autumn sun

          Blooms our own Chrysanthemum.

Ah! she is not a "Summer Friend,"

          She stays when all the rest have flown,

          And left us flowerless and alone;

No singing birds, or blooms to lend

          Their brightness to the autumn haze,

          'Tis she who cheers the dreary days;

'Tis joy to know so sweet a friend;

          No fairer flower blooms 'neath the sun

          Than autumn's queen Chrysanthemum.

__Hattie L. Knapp.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas

Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw

(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)

The End.

Chrysanthemums (Mums) in the year 2012

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.”

The End.