So you really do exist, the princess I’ve heard so much about, a single blooming flower trapped in a house of stinking men. Are they

Old Sophie : Did you use your magic to make this?
Howl : Only a little, just to help the flowers grow.

Be daffodils in June, you beastly things!

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.

He was quiet for a long time, and I looked down at Alaska’s last daisy and waited for him to ask what the prank was, and I would have told him, but I just heard him breathe slowly into the phone, and then he said, “I won’t even ask. Hmm.” He sighed. “Swear to God you’ll never tell your mother.”

The significance of the rose? I thought. Who gives a shit? What’s the significance of the white tulips? That was a question worth answering.

Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce
You make a nigga sing songs nice
You make a nigga’s night turn day
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow.

Christianity sees plants and flowers as created by God to show forth and share with humans the divine goodness, beauty and truth – the purpose of all Creation. In this flowers may be enjoyed simply and directly in themselves as showing forth God’s goodness and beauty, or, more fully, as archetypes, signatures, symbols, and bearers of legends, mirroring the revealed articles of Christian faith – thereby serving as means for their teaching, recollection, contemplation and celebration.

Deep in your wounds are seeds, waiting to grow beautiful flowers.

Recreate your life, always. Remove the stones, plant rose bushes and make sweets. Begin again.

And that night he couldn’t sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

They opened the flower shop the next day. As Howl had pointed out, it could not have been simpler. Every early morning, all they had to do was to open the door with the knob purple-down and go out into the swimming green haze to gather flowers. It soon became a routine. Sophie took her stick and her scissors and stumped about, chatting to her stick, using it to test the squashy ground or hook down sprays of high-up choice roses. Michael took an invention of his own which he was very proud of. It was a large tin tub with water in it, which floated in the air and followed Michael wherever he went among the bushes. The dog-man went too. He had a wonderful time rushing about the wet green lanes, chasing butterflies or trying to catch the tiny, bright birds that fed on the flowers.

People Sophie had known all her life came and bought flowers by the bundle. None of them recognized her, and that made her feel very odd.

I can see God in a daisy. I can see God at night in the wind and rain. I see Creation just about everywhere. The highest form of song is prayer. King David’s, Solomon’s, the wailing of a coyote, the rumble of the Earth.