
“Flowers…are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty
out-values all the utilities of the world.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Flowers…are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty
out-values all the utilities of the world.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
* The first noted cultivation of the crocus flower was said to have occurred in regions of the Mediterranean, mostly in the area of Crete. But the Greek affinity for the crocus flower likely started well before its commercial harvesting began, as these plants appear in many pieces of myth. In one story, the mortal Krokus began an affair with a beautiful nymph named Smilax. Krokus became bored of his nymph and began to wander. To punish him for his infidelity, the gods turned Krokus into the immobile crocus flower. An alternative version of this story tells of Krokus becoming so enamored with Smilax that the gods granted them both immortality by turning them into two crocus flowers growing in the same field. Yet another myth states that on one spring day the god Zeus made love to Hera on a river bank. It is said that the heat of their passion caused the earth to shake, thus causing the bank to burst forth with stunning purple and white crocus flowers. In addition to being the focus of several Greek myths, crocuses have also become the inspiration to a number of artists. These blossoms have found their way into the paintings of many modern artists – from the striking realism of Glen Loates’ “Crocus,” to the unusual, colorful work of Nancy Nuce’s “Spring Crocuses.”Symbolically, the crocus flower tends to represent gladness and cheerfulness, as well as a sense of youthful, innocent joy. As a gift, these flowers are often given to represent that same joy – to express a passion for life. They are also given as thank you gifts, or tokens of friends – as if to say, “I am glad that you are in my life.”
*Source: Crocus Flowers
What makes a nation’s pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor’s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly…
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1904)

“We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The sense of the world is short,
Long and various the report,
To love and be beloved;
Men and gods have not outlearned it;
And, how oft soe’er they’ve turned it,
‘Tis not to be improved.

Water
The water understands
Civilization well;
It wets my foot, but prettily,
It chills my life, but wittily,
It is not disconcerted,
It is not broken-hearted:
Well used, it decketh joy,
Adorneth, doubleth joy:
Ill used, it will destroy,
In perfect time and measure
With a face of golden pleasure
Elegantly destroy.
– by Ralph Waldo Emerson