“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 does to your soul, a man has asked a woman: why do you like flowers so much?
She may have responded in a multitude of ways, she sighed, searching for the fundamental quality that makes flowers so irresistible, and finally may have exhaled “I just do!”. They say true unconditional love needs no reason for the love, but there is an undeniable grain of truth insofar as the object of our affections must have some form of excellence that we perceive. It may be her eccentric way of thinking, or her kindness, or even the elegance of her stance — still, there was something to admire.
Yet with flowers, this story of love is in a league of its own. It seems there may be too many reasons to love them. Or perhaps it’s surprising that something which cannot “respond” can somehow hold such excellent conversation. Flowers, above all, are experts of seduction and hold a glance with the intensity of unimaginable depth. A sensual ornament of award-winning quality, they delight eyes, nose, touch and, in some cases, taste. However, they must transcend their beauty, for there are things of great aesthetic value that do not continually please and amaze in the same way that flowers do. Their power is quite exclusive. They have established themselves as distinguished amongst transmitters of joy.
It may be as Okakura says: That it does not matter what the situation may be, through their silent communication they may share with us the fluttering torments and exuberances of our souls as do our friends — and that makes them quite the gift.
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 
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 same sort of search, if to be distinguished at all.
So if you wish to display the sincerest of gratitude towards one who has brightened your existence or if you wish to elevate the days of some other fellow member of mankind, these gifts of nature would suit your purposes most effectively. They say “thank you” like no other and transmit love, devotion, and remembrance. In a world that can seem to have so many enemies, it is good to know that we may have some constant and reliable friends. Allow the 
Steinbeck’s description may be taken out of context in this particular venue, but who is to say it does not entirely apply to our purposes? That being the philosophy of why flowers are so eternally luscious and continuous perpetuators of comfort and joy?As with most experiments pertaining to physics, we have sought to seize the answer of this inquiry by experiencing the very phenomenon which we speak of. But with only the side-turn of one’s head, besides this writer is a vase filled with
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 from cultivating the tender plant of love. But what is the flower that declares, that yells of this love from the top of its lungs like no other? Ortega y Gasset, the Spanish philosopher, said that when we’re in love, we refuse to imagine a world without the person whom we love. Without his or her existence, life itself is shattered.
