Jane Eyre, the lead character in Jane Eyre Gets Real, a whimsical mash-up novel available on #Amazon, knows all about the language of flowers. To the Victorians, sending a bouquet of white violets meant you were asking someone to gamble on love; if they returned a dark pink rose it meant they shared your passion but a light pink one signified they wanted to leave you in the friend zone.
In a debate on the merits of charm versus opulence, two autumn flowers speak for themselves.
Aster Daisy: I’m sweet and unpretentious. If I were a house I’d be a thatched country cottage; if I were a person I’d be a kindergarten teacher called Lucy. I come in many varieties, some of which don’t even have a scent. I don’t like to intrude and I’m a helpful pollinator as I grow close to the ground. My name means “starlike” because of the shape of my blossoms and I stand for all things pure and gentle. I look good simply arranged maybe in an antique jug or mason jar.
Chrysanthemum: means gold and flower. I’m a big and imposing presence and have traditionally been used for medicine, especially to reduce high blood pressure, as well as ornamentation. In ancient Japan, I was featured on the emperor’s crest. I symbolize longevity, immortality and good luck. If I were a person I’d definitely be a movie star, a rock singer or an interior decorator; I need to be seen! Not to brag or anything but I’m America’s most popular autumn flower.
Which do you prefer: the daisy or the mum?