Spring, spring, spring! Today is the first day that has actually felt like spring. Soon the forsythias will be up and then, suddenly all sorts of spring blossoms will appear in a riot of beautiful color. Forsythias are such a familiar blossoming shrubs that I have never thought to find out where they are from, and how they got here. The instantly familiar yellow flowers grow on long whiplike shoots and appear everywhere in early spring. They are the introductory notes from which the rest of the symphony swells (and yet they are always there beneath the rest of the music). Wasn’t it always that way?
Actually, forsythias are native to East Asia. Out of eleven wild species, only one obscure species had spread from Asia to southeastern Europe prior to the age of exploration. It wasn’t until the eighteenth century that western gardeners and botanists found out about them as traders and diplomats visited the great gardens of China, Korea, and Japan.
Forsythias are extremely easy to cultivate from cuttings. Low hanging boughs frequently already have rootlets. Europeans wasted no time in bringing the lovely yellow shrubs back home where they fed the public’s insatiable appetite for novelty. Indeed they were part of the 18th century Chinoiserie fad, which also gave us the monstrous invasive tree of heaven [spits on ground and curses]. Soon forsythias were in temperate gardens everywhere. They are coincidentally named for William Forsyth (1737–1804), a Scottish botanist who was the king’s head gardener and a founding member of the Royal Horticultural Society.
Ironically, despite the fact that forsythias have been omnipresent in American and European gardens since the late eighteenth century, they have not permeated very far into western culture. They are a beautiful shrub which is everywhere, but they do not have the same mythical and herbal associations for us as myrtles, redbuds, crocuses or such. Of course forsythias do have such associations in China, Korea, and Japan. They are one of the fundamental herbs of Chinese medicine and their sticks are used to manufacture a classical Korean stringed instrument. The myths and art of East Asia likewise favor the beautiful golden shrubs. The flower exemplify nature’s promise of rebirth.
One of my personal all-time favorite moments with flora and fauna involved forsythia…and my favorite animal—the mighty elephant. I was at the Bronx Zoo in early spring and their (then) adolescent female Asian elephant was outside appreciating the first nice day. Elephants eat lots of vegetation of all sorts and a thoughtful zookeeper had put a bunch of flowering forsythia fronds in the enclosure as a treat.
Elephants are arguably the most intelligent land animals except for certain problematic primates. They love to play and show off. The little elephant grabbed the beautiful yellow forsythias in her trunk and ran back and forth holding them aloft like a girl with a bouquet. Then, in a moment of pure exuberance, she threw them all high up in the air and raced back and forth in the resultant shower of bright yellow blossoms.
Since she was such a young elephant, she was still covered with fine downy hairs and the forsythia flowers got all caught up in these. So she became dotted with little golden flowers. She was beaming in delight and had one of the happiest expressions I have ever seen on anyone. The memory is enshrined in my heart as an enduring exemplar of joy. Although the internet had plenty of other sorts of images, I couldn’t find any happy elephants with forsythias–so I sketched one for you just now above,
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April 2, 2015 at 5:28 PM
Garry Rogers
Beautiful! My forsythias are always late and have few flowers. I know I need to prune them more, but instead, I type type type.
April 3, 2015 at 1:44 AM
Beatrix
Elephants are my favorite.
Here in Nepal there is an elephant sanctuary & breeding centre at Chitwan national park. (Chitwan is a hot, swampy delta in the south of Nepal where the central Himalayas drain & the Indians plains begin.)
Mom & baby elephants have their own ‘nursery’ there, a sort of ‘corral’. Dad elephants have their own corral across the river.
You can play with & feed the baby elephants as they romp around freely in their nursery. Baby elephants are quite dangerous, however there are no lawsuits in Nepal so I suppose that’s why you can get so close to them.
The first time I went to the elephant nursery a baby elephant decided to pick me up with his trunk & carry me around for about 15 minutes then casually tossed me about 10 feet when the mahout yelled at him. I ended up with a bloody nose & possibly the best chiropractic adjustment I’d ever had.
Also the adult elephants are a great example of the ‘learned helplessness’ as aforementioned in your blog. The mom elephants are chained to poles under shady palapos – they could easily yank the chain & pole to pieces but since they learn at a young age that resistance is futile, they don’t.
I believe they have a set of twin baby elephants right now at the sanctuary, the 1st ever elephant twins born in captivity!
April 3, 2015 at 1:54 AM
Beatrix
Oh yes, I almost forgot.
Elephant babies are like human babies in that they constantly spew snot & slobber.
So wear old clothes if you’re to be frolicking with baby elephants because you’ll be covered snot & slobber in about 5 minutes. And if you’re in south Asia you’ll be dredged in the ubiquitous khaki dust also..
April 9, 2015 at 3:20 PM
Wayne
This anecdote is amazing–my favorite so far on this blog! I like elephants best of all animals…and I really love animals, so I desperately want to play with the elephant babies, even if they throw me over the foothills! But even more, I want to take the poor elephants to a verdant grassland in outer space, where they can be free and safe from our madness. I am incredibly happy that Nepal has a breeding program: maybe there will still be some pachyderms around in the future. I need to do some research on this!