Have any of you heard about the Victorian language of flowers?
Victorians used to communicate with specific flower arrangements.
It might sound ridiculous,but again everything has an origin or a starting point.
Some people might ask,what use is the language of flowers?What’s the use of each flower having a symbolic meaning?
Some would say,when we exchange appropriate flowers,it helps our emotional health.
But for me,I like flowers!They give me that sense of excitement and amusement you know which makes me automatically reach for my camera and capture that moment of beauty so I shall remember it forever.
And that is why I looked into the language of flowers.
Every single flower has a different meaning.There were so many things which I could understand better.
For instance,The Indian Jasmine and Carolina Jasmine look very much alike.In fact,they almost look the same.
But one means attachment and the other means separation…
If you think deeper,you could relate this irony to something that happened in your life atleast once.If it does ring a bell,comment down below.I would love to read them:)
“A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose” ~Gertrude Stein
This is a line from a very famous poem.It means ‘Things are just the way they are’
My blogs are often about how I try to accept reality for what it is,even though I mostly cannot.
So this quote means a lot to me and hopefully will to a lot more people who are possibly going through similar to what I am
I had a sudden interest in the language of flowers when I read this book called the ‘The language of flowers’
Trust me,it is a sappy book but give it a chance.
Frankly,it’s about this girl who was abandoned as soon as she was born and a social worker triedsto help the girl find a family for 8 years.
She would be difficult.She didn’t know how to love and she was never loved.
But soon she meets this one woman who changes her life.
Who not only loves her but teaches her something that means a lot to her-The language of Flowers,which later has great significance in her life.
This book is not only about flowers but maternal love.
How much a girl yearns to have a mother who would understand her.
We shout at our mothers,yes.They annoy us,yes.They don’t always have the same picture in mind as us,yes.
But also,do they love us? Yes.
Give us what we need? Yes.
Harboured us in their stomach for months? Yes.
Those who have their mothers should be eternally grateful for them.Take it from me,I was not lucky enough to have her for the part of my life where I would actually remember things.I wasn’t lucky enough to carry some good memories of us.
But most of you do.
Moss (Bryopsida):- maternal love
Loads of love,