Cut flowers have always seemed to me to be the most perverse sort of gift to give someone as an expression of undying love. Such a bouquet is already dead. They have been separated from the root of the mother plant and the nourishment it provides. Their appearance of life and vigor is brought about by purely artificial means. Any pleasure these kinds of flowers can give is short-lived with no hope of renewal.
Certainly a vase of roses is beautiful … for a time, but after a week or two their lives are spent. The fate that awaits them is one of wilting completely out of shape and rotting, or if extra care is taken they dry into a stiff, fragile, slowly disintegrating mockery of their original beauty. Should love or a relationship really be compared to the tragic existence of cut flowers?
However, a potted plant requires regular attention and care. It takes work if you wish for it to thrive, but any effort made is repaid tenfold by its continued health. While the little plant may grow and change in the normal cycle of life its presence remains ever constant and faithful to its caregiver. If it was given as a gift every glimpse of it is a reminder to the viewer of the one who gave it.
All melodrama aside, I’m not saying that cut flowers are a bad gift. If you or the person to whom you are giving them likes them, then “more power to ya” as the saying goes. I personally would much rather receive a living plant since (honestly) I think too much and the symbolic meaning of such a gift would never be far from my mind.
To sum up: Hey! All you guys out there! It’s Valentine’s Day today – so for pity’s sake don’t forget the flowers and the chocolate … and the card!!! If she’s happy, then you will be happy my friend!
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