The Language of Flowers by Stephanie Whetstone 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. –The Language of Flowers, London, 1875 As the weather in Princeton finally warms, the campus has come alive with flowers, leafy trees, and lush green plants of many kinds. Some of us have taken to our home gardens, too, hoping for peonies, daylilies, sunflowers, and roses. … Continue reading The Language of Flowers by Stephanie Whetstone