Just as the yellows of sunflower season begin to fade, late summer unfolds the bold orange of Tithonia or Mexican Sunflower (rotundifolia). Beautiful and plentiful orange 3" wide daisy-like flowers on long stems, this plant makes for a spectacular backdrop in the garden or beautiful against a barn or fence.
A butterfly gardeners dream, Mexican Sunflowers attract several types of butterflies, bees, hummingbirds and later, seed loving birds. To further encourage butterflies to your garden, plant not only sunflowers for nectar, but Butterfly Weed or Common Milkweed for the caterpillars. Since the bloom time is late summer, the timing is perfect for traveling monarch butterflies on their way to Mexico for the winter.
Native to Mexico and Central America, Tithonia is a late season annual that will gladly thrive in a home garden as long as it gets enough sun, not too rich soil and not what they call wet feet. Not exactly drought tolerant, Tithonia is more of a water meter. During hot spells they can wilt a bit if not getting enough water. If given too much fertilizer (nitrogen) you'll get a lot of foliage growth and height but a lack of flowers. Since they can reach 6 - 8 feet tall, strong winds can topple them over, but unless the roots are actually pulled out of the ground, often they'll bend a bit to continue reaching upwards towards the sun. Some people pinch them back while young to encourage a more bushy look rather than height to lessen the risk of broken branches or falling over in a storm. Though not required, deadheading will prolong the blooming time and avoid their looking straggly by late season. In general, these flowers are survivors.
You can buy already started plants from the nursery in the spring, but these flowers are easy to start from seed. Two things to remember are to not plant too early and not to plant too deep. Here in zone 6 I wait till June to plant these heat loving sunflowers. They need light to germinate so barely cover with soil. These sunflowers are multi-branched so they need room to do their best. Thin out the plants to be about 36 - 48 inches apart. By October the flowers will start going to seed which are relished by the birds. Also, the dropped seed will happily return to reseed in the spring.
Tithonia is named for Tithonus, a Trojan prince who, in Greek Mythology, was the love of Eos, the goddess of the dawn.
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By mid-October these beauties are a good 6 feet but soon to go to seed |
Below is the tale of where Tithonia got its name:
Eos and Tithonus (A Greek Myth)
by Amy Friedman and Meredith Johnson
Long ago the goddess Eos fell in love with Ares, the god of
war, and like so many others, he could not resist the beauty of this goddess of
the dawn. Rosy-fingered Eos dressed in long robes of saffron, and sitting upon
her throne she glimmered and cast a look upon Ares he could not resist.
Alas, Aphrodite heard news of Ares' love, and bursting with
jealousy, she cast a curse upon Eos: The goddess of the dawn would never stop
falling in love.
And so it was that time after time, Eos fell in love with
mortal men. This was a sad fate for a goddess, for mortal men do not live
forever as goddesses do. But of all the tales of heartbreak, there was no
sadder story than the tale of Tithonus.
Tithonus was a proud young man, a prince of Troy, handsome
and brave, and the moment Eos saw him, she fell deeply in love. That was her
way, but this time she decided she must carry him away with her, and so she
brought him to her palace, away from his homeland.
Naturally Tithonus loved Eos. Who could resist the love of
such a beautiful goddess? Just as she does today, in those years long ago, Eos
woke the world each morning with curling rings of light, and every morning she
mystically brought the world out of darkness. Whenever Tithonus looked at her,
he felt a glow, the way so many people feel at dawn -- as buoyant as an April
morning on those days when the first buds begin to bloom.
Tithonus and Eos lived together happily, and they had two
sons, Memnon and Emathion, who also became famous among men and gods. All
seemed well, but as time passed, Eos remembered something she had forgotten:
Mortals do not live forever.
Eos began to mourn the future. How would she survive without
her love? She could not imagine such a life, and so she asked the greatest god
of all, Zeus, to grant Tithonus immortality.
"Please," Eos pleaded, "let my beloved
Tithonus live forever." Her eyes filled with tears, her skin flushed, and
even Zeus was moved, and so he granted her request.
Now Tithonus was immortal.
Never was there a happier man. Loved by a beautiful goddess,
he was a proud father and ruler of a bountiful land, and Eos too was joyful,
but they hadn't realized one thing.
Tithonus would live forever, but even Zeus did not have the
power to make him a god. And so, as time passed, Tithonus, like all mortals,
began to age. First Eos noticed the wrinkles upon his brow, and as the years passed,
his muscles began to grow weak, his arms and legs grew slender, his hair grew
gray and thin. Even the light of his beloved Eos no longer gave him the
strength it once had.
When Eos understood Tithonus's fate, the sight of him filled
her with such sadness that she could not bear to look at him. So she left him
alone and traveled, falling in love with others.
Eos fell in love with other mortal men and other gods, and
when she returned to Tithonus she would see her once-handsome beloved withering
away. Day after day, he grew older. Like a shadow he roamed silent palaces of
the gods of the east, thinking of long-ago days, remembering Eos' wish for his
immortality, and ashamed of his desire for it.
How arrogant he had been. He hadn't thought of the future.
In his youth he had never even imagined waste, and now here he was wasting
away. Even love and beauty and power could not save him. Soon he wanted to be
like other mortal men. He wished for the return of the natural order of life.
Some mornings when a soft breeze parted the clouds, he
looked down at the dark world where he had once lived, and again he looked at
Eos. Seeing her mysterious glimmering face and her exquisite light, he
remembered the way she had once loved him. He watched with longing as the
gloomy darkness below parted, and the rosy light of his beloved Eos warmed the
world. This made him still sadder, for her warmth and glow were now lost to
him, and he began to sing, "Give me back my mortality." But even the
gods could not grant this request.
And now the rosy shadows of Eos bathed him in coldness as he
looked down at his wrinkled feet, and cried out to Eos: "Every morning you
renew your beauty, but I am a fool, a fool who desired to be different from his
fellow men, and now I cry to you, forever. I will never stop singing this song.
I sit here remembering what I cannot be."
Eos could bear this no longer, and so she used her powers to
transform this shell of a man into a cicada. She watched as he emerged from the
ground, his body pale but fresh as he shed his old skin, wings spreading where
once there were arms, and that voice, singing on, and on, and on.