One Picture And One Story Week #61

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Flower Gestures

There was a garden in a small village, a town where hills rolled down like waves of an ocean. The sight of pretty flower opened and in full glory in many places used to give a feeling as if the flowers spoke something to the beings passing by. When Elara, the old flower grower, presided over each bloom, each of them represented far more than beauty of form and color. Of course, she had learned the language of flowers from her grandmother who in turn had been learning it from her grandmother.

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In one very beautiful morning when the sky was dressed up in orange and pink, Elara was watching and admiring the numerous flowers in the garden that surrounded her. The smell of lavender and jasmine was overpowering and the sound of bees was barely hearsable while bees carried on buzzing across the garden.

There was a girl called Clara who once came to the village, and when she saw the colors of the flowers and feeling the guardian angel’s presence in the flowerbed. She saw Elara glance at her and, with a kind smile on her lips, called the girl nearer. The hope filled Clara when she stepped into the garden onto the stone path which seemed to be beckoning her.

Are you interested in the flowers We can learn about them? Desperate, Bashir squeezed the word out of the great arch above them: ‘Elara?’ The girl turned at the sound of her name, and something in her manner caused him to nervously add: ‘Please don’t.’ For a moment Elara merely looked at him, a woman wise far beyond her years.

Clara agreed and was quick to ask to know more. Elara took her there right to the small blue flowers known as forget-me-nots. “These are true love and remembrance,” she said. It simply tells people to cherish those moments that they have with someone, even if they are miles apart of times zines apart.

When they wandered around the garden Elara gestured at a bunch of daisies. ‘’Daisies represent virtues that are associated with the contexts of innocence.’’ These are usually linked to fresh starts in life for instance a new page in the book.

Clara listened full of joy to Ernst’s words thrilled by the thoughts that flowers may devise such a great symbolism. She always used to like it but now she realized how pretty they are.

Last of all Elara led her to a sea of deep red rose petals, soft and with colours so deep. “These,” she continued evenly, “do not represent passion, or deep love.” An entire book could be written of things that a rose symbolises.

Clara watched and realized, to her delight that the garden was not only a beautiful place indeed, but it was also a place where people embraced and stored their feelings, and emotions. Perhaps even kotowas could not say as much as the flowers themselves did. Every blossom to speak a life of its own, one that could be understood by the two hearts that could read their language.

Finally, as we can learn from the story, Clara feels a regained relationship with the outside world leaving the garden. She now had learned that there was something in every flower – it had a story to tell – a meaning that one could only hear if he or she would listen.

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