A Comprehensive Interpretation of the Latest Sage Flower Language and Legends
Sage is native to southern Europe and the Mediterranean coastal regions, also known as European sage, southern salvia, and stone see-through, among other names. It is an aromatic plant of the Salvia genus in the Lamiaceae family, with many different uses and benefits, often cultivated as a kitchen herb or medicinal herb. Its flowers range from blue to blue-purple. Let us take a look together at the flower language and legends of sage!
The Flower Language of Sage
Family values. If you like this flower, you value chastity, conduct yourself openly and honorably, and are the upright type of person. You love your family, have an intellectual side, and are extremely creative. Those whom you care for can enjoy a full sense of security. To achieve your ideals, you spare no time or energy, and you belong to the late-blooming type. The flower language of purple sage is wisdom, the flower language of red sage is a heart ablaze, the flower language of blue sage is rationality, and the flower language of pineapple sage is passionate longing.
The Blooming Period of Sage
The blooming period of sage is from June to September. In autumn, when the flower buds have already formed, do not prune, lest you cut off the buds. After the first round of blooming has passed, remove the withered branches, and the remaining side branches will quickly bloom again. In low-altitude areas, it will bloom 3 to 4 rounds each year. Sage can last one month from blooming to fading, with a single flower lasting 2 to 3 days. Generally, after the flowers fade, the plant will wither and needs to be replanted from seed.
The Legend of Sage
When the savage, cruel, and murderous butcher king Herod carried out a great massacre in the villages near Bethlehem, cutting the throat of every child, Maria held her newborn baby tightly to her bosom and fled toward the mountains of Judea, pressed against her fear-trembling chest.
On the road of escape, her husband saw a village in the distance and went ahead alone to beg for some help. Even just a little water for his child would do. Alas, but the nature of the people in this village was so lamentably unkind that no one was willing to give them even a little water or let them into a house to rest for a while, nor even offer a few words of comfort.
So the husband had no choice but to lead the donkey to a distant public well to drink. Poor Maria could only sit alone by the roadside, holding her child. Suddenly, she heard the sound of horses' hooves gradually approaching from afar, and the ground began to tremble violently. Herod's soldiers were coming! Where could she hide? There was not even a small hole nearby in which to take cover, only the nearest clump of low bushes, among which a rose was in full bloom.
Maria came to the rose: Rose, beautiful rose, the poor mother pleaded, please open all your petals wide and hide this baby whom they want to kill, and his mother who is already half-dead with fright. The rose wrinkled her button-like pointed nose and replied: Leave quickly, young woman, for those butchers will harm and defile me. Go see the lilac nearby and ask her to hide you; she has enough flowers to do so.
Maria then came to the lilac: Lilac, lovely lilac, the fleeing woman begged, please spread out your body and hide this child who is about to be killed and his exhausted mother. The lilac shook her head and refused Maria without even giving a reason: Leave quickly, unfortunate woman, I do not even have time to listen to you. I am busy blooming all over, every part of me. Go see the sage nearby; for her there is nothing better than doing good.
Maria then came to the sage: Ah, sage, O sage, the unfortunate mother begged, please spread out your branches and leaves and hide this innocent baby whose life is in danger, and his mother who has been tormented half to death by hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and fear. The sage immediately grew lush branches and leaves, covering the ground around her. Her soft leaves formed a great canopy, hiding mother and child completely and tightly.
The soldiers of Herod who passed along the road saw no one. Hearing their footsteps, Maria trembled with fear, but her baby, gently caressed by the soft branches and leaves, revealed a faint smile. Then, just as they had hurriedly come, the butcher soldiers hurriedly left. After they had gone far away, Maria came out with Jesus from the green, flower-dotted hiding place. Sage, O sage, thank you. I pray for your good deed, and from now on everyone will remember you.
Her husband also found her and the child again, and he had also met a kind person who gave his donkey a full large platter of barley. The animal became full of energy again and carried mother and child onward, and Joseph had great difficulty keeping up with them. From then on, the rose's branches grew thorns, the lilac gave off a strong foul odor, and the sage possessed many medicinal effects.