When a Flower Was More Than an Accessory
My great-uncle warmed to the story as if stepping into a memory.
“Men back then didn’t just grab a flower and hope for the best,” he said. “They chose it like they were choosing their words.”
A white carnation for a wedding.
A rose when romance was in the air.
An orchid for an evening that deserved a hint of mystery.
In those days, a flower wasn’t simply an embellishment. It was a message. A small but intentional piece of communication.
And the miniature vase allowed that message to last — fresh, vibrant, alive. Without it, a bloom might wilt against the heat of a person’s body long before the night was over. The vase gave it life and, by extension, gave life to the gesture.
There was something beautiful in that — a quiet ritual that wrapped elegance around something as simple as a single flower.
