Whoever invented that botanical insult to small blooms should be soundly thrashed with a bunch of the gaudiest gladioli. Yes, this writer is of insignificant proportions.
Remember Carmen Miranda, the singer who wore bowls of fruit on her head? She was the Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta of yesteryear – that is, Lady Gaga. In these days of ‘look at me, look at me!’; one needs to wear more than a bowl of fruit to ‘make it’ – or significantly less.
In Thomas Gray’s Elegy written in a Country Churchyard, he lamented:
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Subtlety of fragrance and measure is indeed wasted on those who will not note or see. Big and bold is the vogue. Even those once ubiquitous wisps of Baby’s Breaths (Gypsophila) are seldom seen today.
I have the tiniest violets growing like weeds up walls and along the paths. If only you could see them.