Narcissus   pseudo-narcissus
Poisonous
Narcissus is derived from the Greek word narke, meaning numb or narcotic. 

Gender: Feminine
Element: Water
Planet: Venus

This week  we are featuring  the glorious, golden daffodil, the harbinger of spring! There are currently  over 13,000 different types, but at one time this beloved spring flower was in danger of being extinct.  

Daffodils were cherished for over 2,000 years, inspiring poetry first by Virgil, a Roman poet (70 - 19 BC), in his Empurpled Narcissus. In 1807, William Wordsworth wrote I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,  a heartfelt tribute to a “long belt” of daffodils, In 1962, Bullwinkle J. Moose, from The Adventures of Rocky  and  Bullwinkle and Friends, endured jail time and a fine of  $1 per daffodil to gather a bouquet. 

But the daffodils popularity had a period of decline. The golden trumpets were popular through the early 1600s. The botanist John Parkinson (1567-1650), loved the flowers and was the first in England to grow the double yellow Spanish daffodil. He identified 94 varieties. But sadly, the plants fell out of favor. They were later perceived as inferior to tulips, lilies and hellebores, and were no longer valued. For two and a half centuries, daffodils were all but ignored until the Daffodil King came to the rescue! I’m familiar with Johny Appleseed, but had no idea a Daffodil King existed! ​

Peter Barr, a Victorian era nurseryman, read Parkinson’s Paradisus in Sole, describing the varieties of daffodils and narcissus that grew in the British  Isles in the 1600s. He was frustrated that they  no longer existed locally and became  obsessed with finding them and giving them a renaissance. 

Barr, a Scotsman, traveled through out Europe in the mid 1800s, often on horseback, in  search of  these wildflowers.. At age 72, Barr expanded his search worldwide, planning a five year trip which actually lasted for seven. He traveled to Australia,  China, Japan, New Zealand, South  Africa, islands  in the  Pacific and the United States to locate and collect the daffodil bulbs. He only spoke Scottish English, so he used  pictures  to show the locals what he was hoping  to  find.  He told of  finding six thousand to seven thousand bulbs in certain areas, and one particularly successful quest resulted in nearly twelve thousand bulbs. All  were collected,  bagged  and returned to  England. 

In 1890, he demonstrated the  success of his travels with a 4 day daffodil  festival and in  the years that followed,  he  put on annual displays of up to 2 million  plants at his nurseries. As a result, the Gardener’s Chronicle, a British Horticulture periodical, gave  him the distinguished and well deserved title of the Daffodil  King!

Barr, obviously  a modest  man,  credited the interest in daffodils to  Oscar Wilde’s love of yellow.Barr stated,  “Wilde used to lecture on aesthetic colours, and to him we owe more than to anyone else the taste for yellow, to my mind the most beautiful colour in nature. He took the sunflower, but that is too ‘lumpy,’ and the people soon got tired of sunflowers. Then my daffodils came—and they came to stay.” [Bendigo Advertiser 1900]

​I found this particularly amusing since Oscar Wilde was once arrested, and charged with gross indecency,  for  carrying a Yellow  book!  At  the time,  there  were books  with  yellow covers that were considered scandalous  and no  decent  person would  openly carry  a  Yellow Book in  public.  But that’s another  story for another time! 

It’s impossible to say if daffodils would have been completely obliterated if not for The Daffodil King’s  efforts, but certainly  likely  they  would not be as well known, revered and cherished as they are today. 

There is a wealth of information on Peter Barr and if you  are at all  intrigued, I  highly recommend you check  out the  links below. . His travel  journals were my favorite, describing harrowing, and at times hilarious,  adventures! His writing style is delightful!

As you  celebrate spring’s return, may  you  fondly remember Peter Barr, the Daffodil King!

https://thegardenstrust.blog/2020/03/14/the-daffodil-king-of-tooting/
https://studiedmonuments.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/peter-barr-the-daffodil-king/

Crocus spp. 

There are  over 90 species of crocus, members of the  iris family. Two often seen in the spring are crocus vernus  (spring crocus)  and  crocus chrysanthus (snow crocus).

Have you ever wondered how the crocus got his name? There are several Greek myths that attempt to tell  the story.

On myth explains that Crocus was a mere mortal  who was madly in love  with  the  Greek messenger god Hermes. They were both very  athletic, and spent many afternoons together, enjoying the most popular games  of the  times, including running, jumping , boxing, wrestling and chariot racing.  One tragic day, they  were throwing discus, when Hermes accidentally hit Crocus in the head, delivering  a fatal blow. Hermes was understandably over wrought with grief and turned Crocus into a flower. That’s not quite as understandable. Anyway, a few drops of blood from Crocus’s wound dripped into  the center of  the flower. If you look closely, you might see them. 

Another story, again pairing the mortal Crocus with Hermes the god, has them on a river bank ,so caught up in passionate  pleasures that the grassy banks literally exploded with crocus.  Wow! From that  time forward the delicate spring flowers have been associated with the power to create love. Worth noting: in this version no one died! I love happy endings, and they are rather rare in Greek mythology.

Another tragic ending finds Crocus madly in love with Smilax, a dryad nymph. For those of  you who don’t know what a dryad  nymph is (I didn’t either, I had to  look it up the first time I heard it), it’s the  spirit of a tree, disguised as a beautiful young woman. Well, Crocus was smitten, but later heart broken. We’re  not sure why. 

One explanation is Smilax loved  him as well, but  since he was a mortal, they  couldn’t be  together. It’s that age old story of one lover not being good enough for the other.  Another version is she rejected him. Either way, he was inconsolable, The gods took pity on him and turned him into a flower so he would no longer suffer from grief. 

Another ending involves the messenger god again. This ending states that Hermes was so anguished over the loss of his friend that he joined with Chloris, the Greek goddess of flowers, to  change Crocus into  a flower and Smilax into a yew tree. 

The motivation for the plant choices isn’t clear. One explanation is Crocus and Smilax were very much in love and they turned them into plants so they could be together for eternity, growing side by side.I’ve never associated yews with crocus. I’ll pay more attention the next  time I see them in bloom. Another  version is Smilax rejected him, and turning her into a poisonous tree was done as revenge.  

Thoughts?  

My daughter brought me flowers in the most gorgeous colors for our combined birthday weekend. I painted a few of the yellow roses. 

St. Patrick wasn't Irish, he wore blue, not green and there were no snakes.
​But there were vampires and leprechauns and witches. Oh my!

In celebration of St. Patrick's Day, I'm using my alphabet prompts to learn more about all things Irish. I'm only doing one or two topics per letter, even though I can think of many more for some.. Even so, be warned. This will be a long post. Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Let's start with something light and fun! Ha!

A is for Abhartach, the Irish Vampire. 
Even though Dracula, the character created by Bram Stoker, is most often associated with Transylvania, in reality he may have been based on an Irish king, Abhartach. He was said to be a dwarf and considered to be evil and feared by all who knew him.
He was a very jealous man and was suspicious of his wife, convinced that she was having an affair. While spying on her from a high castle window, he fell to his death. The entire kingdom was relieved.. They buried him upright, apparently the correct burial position for royalty, and enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep. One. Just one.
Because the next day, he rose from the dead, and demanded that all of his subjects slit their wrists and drain their blood into bowls. Well, you can imagine they were upset, so they traveled to the next village seeking help from another king, Cathan, who came, killed him and buried him once more. 
You guessed it. Up he came, ready for yet another snack.
This continued until Cathan decided to seek help from a saint who explained there was no way to kill someone who was already dead!
His suggestion was to bury him upside down, cover him with thorns and ash branches, and top it off with a huge boulder. As far as we know it worked, and peace returned to the kingdom. He served as inspiration for Stoker's Dracula, and all lived happily ever after!

A banshee is a terrifying, wispy, floating specter with a piercing scream who warns of a coming death in the family. First reports were in Ireland in the 8th century. This alarming figure, usually female, varies in age from a young maiden to an old woman. Some families were reported to have their very own banshee, possibly having been a family member who had passed. They were known for their  keening,  mournful singing and wailing, as they lamented the death of loved ones. 

,​King Lir, Bobd Derg, was left with four motherless children, one daughter and three sons, when his wife Aoibh, the queen, unexpectedly passed away. The king decided to marry Aoife, his wife's sister,