The Language of Herbs

Every herb carries a word. Long before they were seasoning, these plants were messages — pressed into wreaths, tucked into linen, and given when there was something to say.

People have been reading meaning into plants for as long as they have grown them. The Greeks and Romans crowned their poets and their athletes in leaves, wove herbs into bridal wreaths, and laid them on graves — each plant chosen for what it stood for, not for how it tasted.

In the monastery gardens of the Middle Ages the two came back together. The same beds supplied the kitchen, the stillroom and the infirmary, and the herbs kept their older meanings alongside their uses. A sprig might season a dish, settle a household remedy, and carry a sentiment, all in the same afternoon.

By the nineteenth century this had become a language of its own. A small posy could be read like a note — a way to say what manners would not let you say aloud. We have kept the habit, in the simplest form we know: one herb, one word, tied on with twine.