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When we are apart from those we love, whether it be friends starting a new life, families moving away, or grand trips abroad, it’s important to stay connected. Flowers are a language that transcends borders.
Come on a journey, following the journals and letters between Eden and Anneliese…
Dear Anneliese, September 27, 2021 - Versailles
I have just visited the exquisite Palace of Versailles. Though there is much to say on the baroque architecture and abundant salons, I found myself most entranced by the beautiful gardens.
I have been doing some reading on King Louis XIV who was responsible for the construction of the Palace and its surrounding grounds. It is said that he was terrified of bathing (at the time it was a common fear amongst nobility that water spreads diseases), and yet he had a reputation for being immensely sweet-scented! The French court was so fragrant during his rule that it earned the nickname of the ‘Perfumed Court’. Bowls of flower petals were distributed throughout the palace and visitors were sprayed with perfume upon arrival.
Tuberose was a particular love of the King’s. He planted them in the thousands in the flower beds of the Grand Trianon. Though it is a simple flower in appearance, with clusters of small, white tubular blooms, it has the most potent scent. It blooms at night and suffuses through the air with its lush and creamy, yet green and narcotic fragrance. The flower has been distilled and used in perfumery since the 17th century, and was likewise favoured by Marie Antoinette.
Don’t you think it’s special that we can smell the same flowers these historical figures smelled? So many things change over the ages, and yet we can stroll through gardens at night, still looking at the same moon, and breathe in the same heady scent of tuberose. These small, everyday experiences through our senses seem so insignificant, but they are the most fundamentally human, linking us all through time.
I’ll write to you again soon, from wherever it is I find myself to be.
All my love,
Dear Anneliese, August 23, 2021 - Crete
Today I am in Crete. I have just returned from my walk, and I feel as though my pen may surely burst with the story I have to share with you. As you can expect, I have been paying close attention to the wildflowers of Europe throughout my travels, and the anemones in particular have caught my eye. The most common colours I have met here are white and pink, but today it was my pleasure to stumble across the more elusive scarlet hue.
The anemone has the most beautiful origin story in ancient Greek myth. In the Metamorphoses, Ovid describes a flower created by the love goddess Aphrodite. Her mortal lover, Adonis, was killed by a wild boar during a hunting trip. She held him as the light waned from his eyes, and she wept, and as she wept her tears mingled with Adonis’ blood, the product of which was the red anemone.
Ovid further describes the etymology of the flower as an allusion to the frailty of the petals that are easily blown away by the wind. The word in ancient Greek translates to 'daughter of the wind'.
The story made me think of how life and love, like the petals, are frail. They are things that feel so eternal, and yet are so liable to break, and are thus all the more precious. I feel so fortunate to know your friendship, which neither wind nor distance will cause to falter. I have gathered anemones of all shades and placed them in a vase in my room, and I think of you every time I glance over.
I so hope you have been well, and look forward to having your words accompany me as I continue my travels.
All my love,