THE GOLDEN AGE

Here's a rather different subject. In French, we add a flower to age, whereas in English, we cover it with gold (Golden Year). And why not?
I have the impression that in French, realizing that age, especially if it is the least bit advanced, becomes less valid, as if it has lost its glory, its value. Ask a young person what they think of old people and you'll be shocked.

That's why we've added the flower to soften, to cheer, to embellish, to give a little perfume. Finally, to make us believe that after all, these added years have only improved the situation.
I learned not long ago that the daffodil is associated with age. It represents strength, courage and life. Its other name is "narcissus". It's a yellow or white flower with a penetrating scent. Now, we know that a narcissus is a man exclusively and complacently attached to his own person. So there's an admiration there that we have to attribute to age.

My neighbor said to me the other day, when we were discussing this subject: Who cares about the age of the flower, it's the flower of age that counts? Is he right? I don't see why not. I'd like to think that when we reach this age, the flower must certainly smell, perhaps like a chrysanthemum.
Having reached our fifties, if we haven't reached the prime of life, perhaps we'll reach the age of flowers. Who said that going out in your prime is a short circuit in life? I found his name: Jean Pierre Szymaniak. A certain Kheira Chakor told him: "The flower of age takes root in the heart.

I read somewhere that to live is to walk towards death, but I would add that we have the right to admire the flowers as they pass by. And here's what our beloved Molière says: "What's sixty years? It's the flower of age, and you are now entering the belle saison".

In my search for the best that flowers have to offer, I've come across some wonderful quotes. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to share them with you.

Here's what a Chinese proverb tells us: "If every man every day threw a flower on the path of his neighbor, the roads of the earth would be so much more pleasant". Buddha, on the other hand, is more down-to-earth: "When you admire a flower, you pluck it, but when you love a flower, you water it every day. He who understands this, understands life". I had no philosophical thoughts before writing these words.

On the one hand, we don't care about the age of the flower, because it's the flower of the angel that counts, maid, on the other. Wasn't it Victor Hugo who said: "Life is a flower. Love is its honey.

I'll end with Victor Hogo: "Life is a flower. Love is the honey