My book club is currently reading The Language of Flowers. I've always found it interesting that Victorians used flowers and plants to convey secret messages--or maybe not so secret, depending on who saw your flowers, I suppose. I'm not very far along in the book because I keep falling asleep while listening to it, but so far I have discovered:
* Right now one is greeted at our front door by "refusal" and "resentment." And there I was, just thrilled that some flowers were still alive
* "Innocence" is really prone to aphids
* We have been overrun by "wisdom" and have been pawning it off on anyone who has come to our house recently
* I felt stupid enough when I killed off an arborvitae shrub at my old house because they're so low-maintenance. Now that I know it stands for "everlasting friendship," I feel guilty as well
* I lost "conviction" a few years ago because I forgot to dig it up at the end of summer
* Our herb bed has been overrun by "suspicion."
* Bringing someone a green salad might mean you're contributing to dinner OR it can mean "cold hearted."
* One probably had to hope that the object of one's message had the same flower dictionary you did. Basil means "hate" in one, "love" in another--possibly depending on one's personal feelings regarding pesto........
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