You probably didn’t notice, which is understandable and in no way a criticism. It’s just that you probably missed the messages, which are worth noting. Flowers speak with a language of their own, speaking of love and loss, greed and admiration, adultry and regret.
You probably missed the signal that this wedding isn’t such a happy affair. Sure the father of the groom shed a tear and the bride smiled sweetly at those in attendence, all sitting primly in the pews. The lights of the sanctuary have lowered now and the organ soars. Here she comes — pristine and perfect.
Besides the fact the ring did not slide onto her finger easily, you probably missed the marigolds, such a lovely flower, really, aromatic pom-poms, but loaded with meaning. If you were a Victorian you would have recognized the warning right away — flowers pointing to a vulgar mind of the exotic variety.
French marigolds, which ringed her bouquet, signal jealousy, which you can bet means she hasn’t forgotten that little fling he had with Maisie in the middle of their engagement. Mixing in those sprays of cypress branches just broadcasts her despair, you could hear it from the leaves, blaring sadness like a hee-haw country song, flowing all green and leathery down the front of her gown.
Sure, the wedding was beautiful, but you can see from here the floral arrangements for this marriage spell absolute disaster. You may have heard the vows, but you can’t miss the eloquent language of impending divorce. If they ask you to get up and catch the bouquet, you’d be wise to duck if it comes your way.
For more information about the floral language being spoken all around us, visit The Language of Flowers website: http://languageofflowers.com/