Every year at this time the nurseries and grocery stores and convenience stores are setting out pots of colourful chrysanthemums to sell. They are always eye catching and the colours are strong and vibrant and a reminder that fall is upon us.
I think like the recurring seasons I am a creature of habit in some ways.
I always buy a pair to set on the stairs, in the same place. This year it is a deep bright red.
First cultivated in China as a herb, they are believed to have the power of life.
The earliest illustrations of mums show them as small, yellow daisy-like flowers.
Chrysanthemums get their name from the Greek prefix “chrys-“ meaning golden (its original color) and “-anthemion,” meaning flower.
The mum appeared in Japan around 8 A.D. So taken by the flower, they adopted a single flowered chrysanthemum as the crest and official seal of the Emperor.
A symbol of the sun, the Japanese consider the orderly unfolding of the chrysanthemum’s petals to represent perfection.
In many countries in Europe the chrysanthemum is used in bouquets at funerals and is considered the death flower.
At my house it is a reminder of Fall, with their glorious shades and hues of orange, yellow and red and everything in between.