I have a handle but I'm not a door, I can lift but I'm not a crane, I have a blade but I'm not a knife, What am I, useful in both garden and farm life?

I am old and scattered, sought for and found, and once traded for on a road of silk. Ice fears me, noodles appreciate me. and lots of animals require me mixed in to live. Too much and you Na-ry be alive.

Born before flowers learned to rise, beneath forgotten, ancient skies, my blossoms rise in springtime air though not a single bee's been there.

My namesake was once highly prized, Hunters tried to gather me, no surprise. Greed for me caused death to many, So humans could earn a pretty penny

I sometimes deal in loans, If I bite you, you will groan. Wearing black gets you my SEA-L of approval, But why are you asking for my removal?