Tuesday, April 12, 2005

This time of year, warm still days cause garden visitors to wonder where the skunk is, for the musky smell of Fritillaria imperialis, the crown imperial is quite noticeable. Fortunately, I rather like their smell, and I still delight in turning up the large flowers to admire the clear drops of water hanging from the nectaries. The apocryphal story about this flower is that when Jesus walked by, all the other flowers bowed their heads, but the crown imperial was too proud to bow down, and so ever since then as penitence, it's flowers have been bowed down, and in sadness, tears hang from its flowers. Posted by Hello

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