The story of any flower in remote antiquity can sometimes be reconstructed by the obviously primitive bits of magic and myth. That is true as far as Europe is concerned but concerning the Dahlia, it did not originate in Europe. It came from Mexico and was well known by the Aztecs. An Aztec herbal written in Latin just sixty years after the coming of Columbus was brought to light in 1929. An advanced type of culture had existed in Mexico, but its wealth of of written records were destroyed in the interest of bringing Christianity to the heathen. So the discovery of an Aztec Herbal was a piece of incredible luck for the students of the history of Medicine and also for botanists. Out of the remote Mexican we find that the Aztecs used dahlias as a treatment for epilepsy.
The dahlia was late in coming to Europe. By the time it arrived the “curious ” men of the sixteenth and seventeenth century were long gone and scientific specialists had taken over. They looked at the dahlia as a possible source of food because a disease in the early 1840`s had destroyed the French potato crop. However after tasting the dahlia they gave up on that idea and decided just to grow it for its beauty.
Modern specialists turned to the dahlia for medical reasons and this time it was not in vain. In the days before insulin was discovered diabetics were often given a substance called Atlantic starch or diabetic sugar made from dahlia tubers. The medicine they yield is no longer fed to diabetics, but it is useful in making clinical tests for the functioning of the liver while inulin, another chemical derived from dahlia tubers, is used in the same way to test the kidneys.
Spring forever appears
the soothing music part
of lyrics unspoken.
It thaws the frozen fears,
mends the wounded heart
that Winter has broken.
late Winter July and August starts the year with Heavenly Hellebores, early bulbs like Gallanthus ,true English Snow drops and Glorious Camellias
Come to my garden and be healed
The emptiness you felt will be filled
The kiss I’ll send you, will be sealed
And forget those things that are unbilled.
Come to my garden and relax
Watch the bees and hear their buzz
Look at the flowers behind your back
Do you love their scents and fell in love?
Come to my garden and dance
Lend me your ears and hold my hands
Feel the heat under the sun
Then we will stop and ran.
Come to my garden and sing
Feel the music of the string
We can’t stop the bells to ring
Instruments are not hard to bring.
Come to my garden and fly
Look at the solo butterfly
Spreading its wings to make you smile
And lift you up to heaven sky.
are named well
for they, like the sun,
give joy to those who feel their radiance
it is as if
nature heard all of the children’s joyful shouts
in the meadow-
the grass moving in the wind,
like a great emerald dragon-
and wove their shouts
into a flower
that the children would pot
and water with love
and the sunflowers would thrive
to be the smiles on cloudy days