Flowers most certainly speak to us. Even those who don’t make a living from flowers will hear and answer their call. At weddings, at funerals, and at so many less momentous occasions that come between ...

Marigolds for grief, purple dahlias for dignity, periwinkle for tender reflections. Basil for hate. The meanings attached to each flower underpin the life of Victoria Jones, the prickly and suspicious ...

My wife knows I love flowers, so recently she gifted me a book about flowers: “The Language of Flowers a Fully Illustrated Compendium of Meaning of Literature and Lore for the Modern Romantic.” It was ...

Victoria Jones is often sullen silent, and hostile, but she speaks the language of flowers. She knows that red roses signify love. The primrose means childhood, which she never really had growing up ...

“You have to want it,” Victoria Jones in Vanessa Diffenbaugh’s “The Language of Flowers,” remembers her social worker saying. Eighteen years old, Victoria has “emancipated out” of foster care, ...

There are five places for flowers in my apartment: the vase on my coffee table, the bottle in my kitchen, a spot on my dresser and another spot on my roommate’s windowsill. The language of flowers — ...