Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Language of Flowers From a Kate Greenway "Language of Flowers" book: Garden Daisy - I partake your sentiments Dark Geranium - Melancholy French Marigold - Jealousy Meadow Saffron - My best days are past Mouse-eared Scorpion Grass - Forget me not Mouse-Eared chickweed - ingeneous simplicity Syrian Mallow - Consumed by love Marjoram - Blushes Wild Tansy - I declare war against you Hydrangia - a boaster Ranunuculus - you are rich in attractions Dead leaves - sadness prickly pear - satire Oats - The Witching Soul of Music Deep Red Carnation - Alas! for my poor heart Red Columbine - Anxious, and heart trembling Maybe we could push for the language of flowers to come back into vogue. Instead of going through Congress, our President could send a bouquet of Wild Tansy to declare war on somebody. The war, naturally, must be conducted mano a mano in a parlour in London, and both participations must have a fan, a nosegay, delicate dancing slippers, and a cup of punch to manage. The Winner is the person who garners the most marriage proposals. 2:05 p.m. - 2002-08-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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