I ask you. . . who is not awed by the beauty of a spring rose, fresh with dew, or the fresh appeal of a yellow buttercup, or the fiesta of colors in a bunch of gerberas (beautiful flowers, awful name!)
We've come to associate the germination and birth of a flower with life itself. We talk about children "blossoming", the "rosy red glow" of a pregnant woman or "happy as a rosebud in June". At the end of its brief but impressive life, most flowers return to the ground from whence they came, in much the same way as we humans do. Well, most of us.
And flowers have a special language all their own. Of course, the big one is roses, the traditional symbol of love. But don't be fooled into thinking a bunch of flowers from your partner is a sign of his undying affection.
According to the Victorians, who first assigned a special language to flowers, giving Candytuft means indifference, and Cyclamen represents goodbye, while the poor old orange Lily means dislike and dissatisfaction.
Pity the poor fellow who presents a prettily wrapped bouquet of flowers to his lady-love. The flowery language of love he's trying to send may need translation!
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