The Asphodel Meadows
"Your voice is your identity, if you don't use it you are halfway to Asphodel"
Rick Riordan
If every religion had a place for plain ole ordinary people, who were neither good nor bad, not remarkable or noteworthy, not on one side or the other, what would the world be like?
Asphodelus acaulis blooming in the Cold Greenhouse |
The Greeks had such a place, a crowded plain of utter nuetrality that based on your interpretation of it was either a somewhat hellish reality of everyday monotony, and a robot like existence or it was just a fine place to spend eternity, in a glorious meadow of fragrant flowers, banked by a river that once it's waters were sampled you would forget everything of your mortal life with it's pain and suffering. It's been said that the traffic to this hell for the routine and ordinary is the most trafficked in the underworld. So much traffic that the famed engineer Daedalus, was conscripted to build highways and bridges to hasten the masses along that line up to enter the meadows after a life of no repute.
Jane McGary gifted me this wonderful plant and it's a delight to see in bloom |
From the Mountains of Algeria and Morrocco the low growing, basal rossettes of Asphodelus acaulis give birth to starry pink flowers, with a prominent dark stripe down the perianth. I only have a small specimen, but I've delighted to see ants swarming the flowers as soon as they are open, and if I don't snap a picture they look to be pollinated and almost instantly the tepals start to curl around and the pedicel lengthens and curves downward to plant the seed if there is any. It seems to have a form of geocarpy like a peanut planting itself after fertilization in this manner. I hope to find seed on this as I would love to propagate it. It's a plant for dry summers and with our increasingly dry winters, maybe even a spot in the rock garden.
Note the ants pollinating and the pedicels of flowers curving strongly down toward the soil. |
I want to see more than one flower open at time, but as soon as the ants find it it's over and done. |