“ There are any number of fuchsias, as Thalia said, standing in rows along the paling under the potato-creeper; the last occupant must have adored them. They remain precisely in the pots in which they were originally cherished. Knowing that the first thing I do for a flower I like is to put it in the ground where it has room to move its feet and stir about at night, and take its share in the joys of the community, Tiglath-Pileser says compassionately of the fuchsia, “It is permitted to occupy a pot;” ”
Fuchsia
Definition and stakes
Fuchsia, a vivid pinkish-red shade named after the fuchsia plant, appeared in 1892 as a color term, derived from the 19th-century synthetic dye fuchsine, later known as magenta. Its bright tone has inspired a range of literary uses, from Adelia B. Beard’s horticultural guidance on growing fuchsias to Mrs.
Wilson Woodrow’s depiction of a lively actress named Fuchsia Fleming. In science fiction, H. Beam Piper uses “Fuzzies” to represent alien beings, contrasting the color’s botanical origins with speculative storytelling. These varied applications demonstrate fuchsia’s adaptability, connecting natural beauty, symbolic character traits, and imaginative realms.
Quotes about “fuchsia”
Adelia B. Beard, New Ideas for Work and Play: What a Girl Can Make and Do
“ Roses, geraniums, lilies, fuchsias, heliotrope, sweet violets—sheltered from too great heat by the larger plants—verbenas and mignonette may all grow in this odd companionship. Endeavor not to crowd them too closely and study the habits of each plant, that it may be kept from encroaching upon the rights of its neighbor, if aggressive, or be crowded out of existence if of a retiring and yielding nature. Give all equal care, and your love for each plant and its giver will also grow and blossom in a way most sweet and marvellous. ”
Mrs. Wilson Woodrow,
The Beauty
“ No more one-night stands in dreary little towns, Miss Fuschia Fleming, but long engagements, crowded houses, enormous box-office receipts, wildly enthusiastic audiences. Can't you hear and see them? New York, London, Paris for you!""Oh-h!" Fuschia was herself again. She exhaled rapture in an ecstatic sigh. She rose. It is impossible to sit in moments of such high exultation. She positively seemed to soar, to tread on clouds. It was growing late and chill. Almost every one had left the garden, only a few absorbed groups remained. Fuschia was an actress. Self-expression was a necessity to her. ”
