#flora*

Flora and Pomona preparing for spring! (For bff Proserpina to finally visit?)

She is none of your glum, none of your high-flown ones: she wishes her rites to be open to the common herd.

Perhaps you may think that I am queen only of dainty garlands, but my divinity has to do also with the tilled fields. If the crops have blossomed well, the threshing-floor will be piled high. If the vines have blossomed well, there will be wine.  If the olive-trees have blossomed well, most buxom will be the year, and the fruitage will be according to the time of blossoming.

I was the first to scatter new seeds among the countless peoples; till then the earth had been of but one color. I was the first to make a flower out of Therapnaean blood, and on its petals the lament remains inscribed. You, too, have a name in the kept gardens, Narcissus, though unhappy that you had no double of yourself. What need to tell of Crocus, and Attis, and the son of Cinyras, from whose wounds by my art doth beauty spring?