As long time readers know, I love me a dose of ancient Greek. Today my mind has turned to chrysanthemums, those colourful, multi-petalled flowers of the Asteraceae family. Here’s a sample of the forty-odd species in the genus:
To me, chrysanthemums are pretty flowers, but not especially rare. They’re relatively easy to purchase at a florist, for example, or at the supermarket or even petrol station. What piqued my fancy today was this fact, combined with the etymology of their name.
The word chrysanthemum derives from two ancient Greek words – chrysos, meaning gold, and anthemon, or flower. So these blooms, which I think are pretty but not particularly special, are literally called “gold flowers”. Isn’t that lovely?
This has reminded me to look with appreciation at the other everyday objects around me and try to see them with fresh eyes. The mug I’m drinking tea from: part of a wedding gift from my sister. The track pants I’m wearing: purchased while I was in hospital last year. The table my laptop’s resting on: purchased by my husband’s father, made by a prisoner in the woodwork shop.
Each of these items has their story, their special meaning. They ground me in my life, and if I choose, they speak my history to me.
I’m grateful to be surrounded by so much care and love, evidenced by these everyday objects.