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Every day flowers-Sunflowers

Flowers names: Sunflower

Description: These large field-grown flowers have 2- to 8-inch diameters. Short petals surround a large disc. Petal colors are pale or golden yellow, orange, red or bronze; discs are brown, black, or green. Thick stems support single- and double-flower varieties.

Care tip: Keep sunflowers hydrated to help stems support heavy head weight. Place sunflowers in tall containers to provide adequate support for their height.

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Flowers Story(contiune)

NARCISSUS

Once, in a far-away country, there lived a handsome youth whose name was Narcissus. He was a very beautiful young man. His hair was as yellow as the flax stalks when they are ripe. His eyes were as blue as the flax flowers when they bloom. His face was as pink and as white as the clouds in a morning sky.

But Narcissus sat beside a stream and wept. He looked neither to the right nor to the left. His tears flowed fast, and his heavy sobs were the only sound to be heard in the wood.

Then there came roaming by the brook side a maiden. She was as beautiful as the cool shadows of the woodland. She was as gentle as the spring breezes among the grasses. She spoke to Narcissus

"I am Echo, the maid of the hills and the wood," said the maiden. "Long have I watched you as you mourned. Often have I called and you did not heed.

"I know the cause of your grief, Narcissus. I have heard how you once had a lovely twin sister. She was the very image of yourself.

"I have heard how your lovely twin sister has now crossed the river of Death. Now you mourn day after day and will not be comforted.

"Look up, Narcissus, I pray you! Your tears cannot bring your sister again to you. Look up, and I, Echo, will comfort you!"

Now the voice of Echo was soft and sweet, and her words were kind, but Narcissus did not look up. He bent farther over the stream which flowed so slowly just there.

As he glanced down into the water, Narcissus started in surprise. He thought he saw his sister looking up into his eyes from the quiet depth of the water. Again and again did Echo call, but Narcissus no longer even heard her voice.

Still Narcissus gazed at his own reflection in the water, thinking that he looked into the eyes of his lost sister.

Day after day he sat there gazing, and sorrowing that he could not reach her. The face in the water looked sad, and Narcissus would fain have comforted his sister.

Not for one moment would he leave the brook side. Not for one instant would he heed the sad, sweet pleadings of Echo.

Thus, sorrowing for his lost twin sister, Narcissus died. Then the voice of Echo, the beautiful, became softer and sadder. Her form became more and more slender until at last she could no longer be seen, though her voice might still be heard.

Then one day there sprang up by the brook side a slender, beautiful flower, as white as the cheeks of the maiden, as yellow as the hair of the youth.

Its blossoms bent over the water, and their reflections swam beneath. And the drooping willows, which hung over the stream, looked down at the strange new blossom, and touched leaves and whispered: "It is Narcissus. It is the youth Narcissus."

And the soft, sighing voice of the formless maiden, Echo, replied, "Narcissus!"

GRANDMOTHER'S GARDEN

Stately and prim grew the hollyhocks tall, In grandmother's garden against the wall; Fairest of flower-duennas were they, Keeping good watch through the long summer day. Close by the was the sunshiny corner, where The foxgloves swayed in the balmy air, And nodded across to the larkspurs blue, And the pleasant nook where the columbines grew. There were cinnamon-roses, and, low at their feet, The shadowy cluster of day-lilies sweet, And mignonette modest, and pensive heart's-ease, And boy's love, and candytuft, sweet in the breeze. And, first every morn by the sun to be kissed, Grew, all in a tangle, fair love-in-a-mist, With bachelor's-buttons, and sweet williams gay, And spice pinks for neighbours just over the way; There were sweet peas coquettish, most festive of flowers, And four-o'clocks sturdy to mark off the hours, And frail morning-glories that laughed in the light At the phlox and verbenas, pink, purple, and white. Ah! the days were so bright, and so sweet was the air, And in grandmother's garden all life looked so fair! –Dorothy Grey.

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FLOWER STORIES

THE SNOWDROP

IN THE SPRING-TIME GARDEN

"Oh-ooo!"

It was a most delighted little cry. In fact, Phyllis was a most delighted little girl. Right here in her own garden was the first spring blossom. Phyllis's bright brown eyes shone eagerly, and her brown gold curls blew wildly as she rushed to the door to tell the family.

"It was my secret!" cried the little girl, dancing first on one foot and then on the other. "I've known for whole days that it was coming!"

"What is it?" cried Jack. "When did it arrive? Who brought it? What is it?"

"I think the sunshine brought it," said Phyllis. "I think that warm rain yesterday helped bring it. It is a little snowdrop. Come and see how lovely it is! How it hangs its pretty nodding head and how it lets the wind rock it!"

After the family had admired the little messenger of spring and gone back into the house, Phyllis still lingered.

"You are very lovely," said Phyllis, stooping lower over the little cluster of blossoms.

"I am so glad you have come. You see, when I put those dry-looking bulbs in the ground last fall, it seemed hard to believe that anything so dainty and delicate and sweet as you could come from them."

The snowdrop nodded sweetly at Phyllis's words of praise.

"I always come with the earliest spring sunshine," said the snowdrop.

"I wish I knew all about you," said the little girl, wistfully. "The birds and the bees have told me their stories. I should so love to know about the blossoms which come every summer to make me happy."

"I am a very simple flower," said the snowdrop, "but I have lived in the world for countless summers. If you like, I will tell you what I can of myself."

Phyllis drew closer to the little plant and softly touched it with her finger-tips.

"Do tell me," she said.

"I am one of the blossoms of spring," said the snowdrop. "I come to tell you that the long winter is over; that the summer will soon be here.

"I usually bear my blossoms in an umbel, though there is sometimes but a single blossom on a stalk."

"What is an umbel?" Phyllis wondered.

"An umbel, Phyllis, is a number of blossoms starting from a common centre on a single stalk."

"Your petals are not all the same size," said Phyllis. "I notice that though you really have six petals, the three outer ones are large and lap over the smaller inner petals. The outer petals are notched. How snowy white they are, and what a tender green are your grasslike leaves."

But the snowdrop only nodded its bowed head, and said not another word.

THE SEED

A wonderful thing is a seed;     The one thing deathless for ever; For ever old and for ever new; Utterly faithful and utterly true–     Fickle and faithless never. Plant lilies, and lilies will bloom;     Plant roses, and roses will grow; Plant hate, and hate to life will spring; Plant love, and love to you will bring     The fruit of the seed you sow.