Carine Hartman
Chief sub-editor
2 minute read
18 Sep 2021
5:20 am

Love is a bed of roses

Carine Hartman

Be that tall, dark, handsome knight on his shiny horse. We’ll thank you later…

epaselect epa09152379 Roses are on display in preparations for Sant Jordi celebrations at the Flower and Ornamental Plant wholesale Market in Vilassar de Dalt, Barcelona, Spain, 22 April 2021. Catalonia celebrates its patron saint, Sant Jordi (known in English as St. George) every year on 23 April, which also coincides with World Book Day, by gifting roses and books to their loved ones. EPA-EFE/Enric Fontcuberta

A man sent me flowers, covered in ribbons and delivered right to my doorstep – and won my heart. Forget that it was my birthday and they came from a son far away in the fairest Cape, it still counts. It’s flowers and it’s from a man, my best friend tells me. It’s been years since I’ve ooh-ed and aah-ed over a bunch of tulips, roses and tiger lilies, fluffed out with some fynbos and tiny purple sprays. Too long… And I wonder about this oldschool chivalry that makes a woman weak at the knees. Is it a forgotten art,...