“In joy or sadness flowers are our constant friends.” – Kakuzõ Okakura, The Book Of Tea Perhaps a repeated encounter throughout human history, in the same way there is nothing unique about falling in love because it happens to many and yet it is the most unique phenomenon in the world because of what it…
Had I but a chance to see her singular beauty and the subtle command which lay hold of me, had I but one way to describe her, I could but only say she is a rose. For a rose does not preach her message or meaning, she does not demand you see her point of…
Into the mind of the receiver of flowers we plunge so that we can rise with new found depths of the world’s most enduring beauty. Why is this singular item of perfection so beautiful? Ortega y Gasset, the Spanish philosopher, once commented that to seek beauty or perfection in love were in fact of the…
“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.” – John Steinbeck, East of Eden…
True love is the delicate and rare blossom of life. A gift to be blessed with, and something that requires upkeep to be maintained, to thrive and grow. Is it any surprise that we commemorate this rarity with flowers? The rich and beauteous gift of nature, an aesthetic wonder. The promise of what can come…
One of the fascinating things about flowers is the multiplicity of meanings their colors and blooms can bear. They are the gift of antiquity, the great subject of art. One of the second greatest muses (since women are the first). And even in the subject of flowers and women, they always seem to describe one…
