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.
-Thomas Hardy, The Last Chrysanthemum
So I’ve realized that it’s been a year since I’ve started this blog!! I honestly can’t believe it. My first post was in October, right after I got the news that I would be interning at flower. Though it feels like the year flew by, SO much has happened since then!
It’s kind of sad to think I’ve finished my year of flowers, but I think I’ll keep posting about them since there’s just so many different kinds and so much history and art surrounding them. I don’t think I could cover everything about flowers in a lifetime, so I’m sure I can find something new to share.
Anyway, I know the Chrysanthemum has been covered, and I mentioned the children’s book and facts last November so you can refer to that post if you wish to learn a little more about them. I thought I’d share this poem by Thomas Hardy since I didn’t start adding poetry to the blog until I was a few months in.
Hope you enjoyed a year of flowers each month!
Stick around because I’ve already started thinking of ideas for future posts!!
Hope your holidays are filled with family and fun!