"There is a language, little known,
Lovers claim it as their own.
Its symbols smile upon the land.
Wrought by Nature's wondrous hand;
And in their silent beauty speak,
Of life and joy, to those who seek
For Love Divine and sunny hours
In the language of the flowers."
--J. S. H., from The Language of Flowers, London, 1875
The poem is taken from the book, A Heritage of Herbs, History, Early Gardening, and Old Recipes. On this day when people young and old celebrate their love for each other, it proved to be even stronger. Eleven years ago on this day our daughter Laura was told that she had cancer. She took it like a trooper, but in desperate need of having her love, Ian, with her. And as fate would have it, Ian walked in just moments after the doctors left us, surprising her with his love, support, and red roses for his love.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
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