Beautiful renderings of common flowers, but the meanings were iffy. We assign all these meanings to pieces of carbon that brighten our days and we have a history of superstition and folklore that is not always appropriate. I sought out some other sources for meanings of some of my favorite flowers, and then added my own as a lovely meditation.
Aspen tree means lamentation, or shield and protection, or rebirth, contemplation, eloquence. Aspen bark photosynthesizes even in winter, and is the only tree to do so, so I call it the tree of breath.
Asters mean variety and afterthought, or daintiness or wisdom and devotion. Yellow asters are some of the brightest, most sunlight-est flowers in the mountains, so it means for me, the sun and sunlight.
Barberry means sourness of temper or energy and optimism. I had a beautiful barberry bush outside my patio that was removed abruptly and traumatically, and I miss it everyday, but it lives somewhere deep inside me, in contradiction since its leaves were sharp and hurt but the yellow flowers solace; I also found it in the desert in Utah in large shrubs and covering the forest floor in the mountains, so it means universality to me.
Bluebell means constancy, humility , everlasting love, gratitude. The different types of bluebells in the mountains always catch my breath and my eye, and blue is one of my favorite colors for flowers, as if the blue sky is made visible. So they will mean the vastness of the sky for me.
Cactus means warmth, endurance, seeing beyond what is visible. Seeing beyond what is visible is perfect. The various cacti in my life are full of surprise and color and originality and bespeak of survival and hope.
Cinquefoil, nurturing affection, wisdom, loyalty, the feminine, and middle ages architecture. Cinquefoil is another yellow, sunshiney flower that glows many places I love, and means abundance to me.
Clematis means mental beauty, ingenuity, deep connection to outdoors. The western clematis surprised me by mimicking a columbine with its purple petals and yellow stamens in the middle, and even more shocking, I seem to be the only person on the planet that sees it and is amazed by it. While I appreciate the meaning of connection to the outdoors, I will remember it as wonder.
Columbine means folly unless purple then resolved to win or just resolution, expanded consciousness, good fortune, romantic love, reverence. I disagree with any flower meaning something negative, and it is so lovely, so intricate, it seems to be a transported tropical flower. It has layers of meaning for me, but the deepest meaning is of beauty of nature in simplicity and reverence.
Fir Tree means elevation, eternal light. As conifers and pines are the dominant tree of my Colorado forests, I will keep the eternal light meaning, and most specifically because of the effects I can find in the background with certain camera tricks, the light not seen to the naked eye, but there, in the bokeh effects, the sparkle and holy sparks we are able to absorb and feel eternally.
Flax means fate or I feel your kindness, tranquility. Another favored blue flower, blue flax is one of the first flowers of spring in the mountains, and makes me think of my mother, so it means maternal love to me.
Wild geraniums: steadfast piety, elegance, melancholy or positive emotions. Wild geraniums carpet the forest floor in spring and summer, and I loved that some sources say melancholy and others say positive emotions. How can one thing be both, I wonder at first, but then so often we humans find ourselves the same. So it means what it feels like to be alive.
Hibiscus delicate beauty, the feminine, charm. Hibiscus flowers are another wonder, bursting with tropical sunshine and elaborate color and design, a more robust and forceful beauty that brings me joy, so it will mean joyfulness.
Hydrangea, heartlessness or gratitude for being understood, or emotion, understanding. Blue hydrangeas are beloved; nature has overtaken my mother’s hydrangeas at my childhood home, but I dream it lives under the soil, able to rise up again one day if the conditions are right, so it means unconditional love.
Juniper, succor, protection or hope and faith, regeneration, cleansing. I named my puppy Juniper because I love the tree and the name is lyrical, and the scent divine, and the blue berries a beautiful color of blue that seems to shine from within, singing almost, so it will mean the song of my heart.
Larkspur open heart, lightness. Mountain larkspur are plentiful and elusive, growing in certain places but not others, like me and others I know who follow their wandering hearts, so wanderer will be its meaning.
Lupine, imagination, admiration, positivity, another blue purple wildflower that glows from within, and seems to personify the mountains I love, bring them closer to the ground, and shine with being and beauty. I will remember it as imagination.
Mallow, mildness or beneficence or consumed by love or healing. The orange globemallow of Utah and Colorado never fail to surprise me with its deep orange that seems to evoke the tropics also, like the flowers remain after the shallow seas that were here drained away. Learning about geology has opened my mind and heart like nothing else in my life, and I dream in layer of rock and geological time, so mallows will mean for me, deep time.
Maple, reserve, generosity, abundance. Maple, maple syrup, are the sweetest to look at and taste and the green of the leaves before they turn into the multicolored flames of time, hold the deepest green that feels like the earth, so I will accept generosity as their meaning.
Oak leaves, bravery; Oak tree, hospitality; white oak, independence. The many hundreds of year old oak tree right out side my childhood home window follows me and shades everything I feel about nature. It is majesty and familiarity; it is abundance and protection. It has made me brave and independent, so the most simple meaning I can give it is life itself, a life, my life.
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RADIANT sister of the day
Awake! arise! and come away!
To the wild woods and the plains,
To the pools where winter rains
Image all their roof of leaves,
Where the pine its garland weaves
Of sapless green, and ivy dun,
Round stems that never kiss the sun,
Where the lawns and pastures be
And the sandhills of the sea,
Where the melting hoar-frost wets
The daisy star that never sets,
And wind-flowers and violets
Which yet join not scent to hue
Crown the pale year weak and new:
When the night is left behind
In the deep east, dim and blind,
And the blue moon is over us,
And the multitudinous
Billows murmur at our feet,
Where the earth and ocean meet
And all things seem only one
In the universal sun.
P. B. SHELLEY.
THERE grew pied Wind-flowers and Violets,
Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth,
The constellated flowers that never set;
Faint Oxlips; tender Blue-bells, at whose birth
The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets
Its mother's face with Heaven-collected tears,
When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
And in the warm hedge grew lush Eglantine,
Green Cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd May
And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine
Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day;
And Wild Roses, and Ivy serpentine
With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray,
And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold,
Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.
And nearer to the river's trembling edge
There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white,
And starry river buds among the sedge,
And floating Water-lilies, broad and bright,
Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge
With moonlight beams of their own watery light;
And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green
As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.
P. B. SHELLEY.