The Language of Flowers or, Floriography was a big thing during the Victorian era. The idea of sending secret, coded messages in a bunch of flowers seems quite tame and rather whimsy to us now but back then, wowsers!! You could give a boyfriend the elbow, send a sinister message of hate to an enemy or of course, a passionate message to a new love, all in the choice of flowers you used in your Tussie-Mussie or Nosegay. Blimey! I will never look at my garden in quite the same way again after looking up what some of my humble favourites mean. (These photos are all of my parents garden back in Essex, care of Dad.)
|Azalea for passion|
|Red roses for passion and romantic love|
|If you get pink ones this could be a message of|
|Primula or Primroses are for eternal love|
|Peony is for bashfulness or perhaps shame|
|I adore Irises and sending or receiving them |
could mean good news as the Iris was named for
the messenger of the gods in Greek mythology
|Yellow roses are for undying love. Think Yellow Rose of Texas|
and tying yellow ribbons round old Oak trees.
|Lavender, like so many flowers in Floriography has two|
possible meanings, devotion but also distrust.
|The adorable little cat here is called Daisy, and a cutey she is too.|
Representing the flower of the same name, Daisy
apparantly means purity. Has anyone told the cat?
Whatever you may receive today, enjoy it for the true gift of love that it is and take all this with an enormous pinch of salt. Just be thankful we are not living in the Victorian times.
Happy Valentine's Day