Flower Imagery in The Stone Angel :: Stone Angel

gush Imagery in The Stone Angel Marg art Laurence uses flower imagery in her novel The Stone Angel to represent Hagars way of life. There are two types of flowers, wild and refine. These two types of flowers are associated with the educated, controlled way of life and the tangible way of life. In summer the cemetery was rich and thick as syrup with the funeral-parlor perfume of the planted peonies, dark crimson and wallpaper pink, the grandiloquent blossoms hanging leadenly, too heavy for their light stems, bowed down with the free weight of themselves and the weight of the rain, infested with upstart ants that sauntered through the plush petals as though to the means born . . . But sometimes through to hot rush of jeering wind whtat shook the scrub oak and the coarse couchgrass encroaching upon the dutifully cared for habitations of the dead, the scent of the cowslips woud rise monentarily. They were though-rooted, these wild and gaudy flowers, and altough they were held b ack at the cemeterys edge, rupture out by loving relatives determined to keep the plots clear and clealy civilized, for a second or two a person walking on that point could catch the faint, muskey, dust-tinged smell of things that grew and had grown always, before the portly peonies and the angels with rigid wings, when the prarie bluffs were walked though only by Cree with enigmatic faces and greasy hair. (p. 4-5) Hagar was the lucky one in her family. She was able to go to college where she learned how to be more cultivated and civilized and how to act analogous a lady. Nothing seems to be natural just about her, she criticizes everything that seems to be wild or out of control. When Hagar marries Bram Shipley, she is content and in love. It was fount that day, a differnt spring from this one. The poplar bluffs had budded with sticky leaves, and the forgs had come back to te sloughs and sang like choruses of angels with sore throats, an th mars marigolds were opening like s havings of sun on the brown river where the dadpoles danced and the bloodsuckers lay slimy and low, waiting fo the boys feet. And i rode int blacke-topped buggy beside the man who was no my mate. (p. 50) After the wedding, Hagar becomes determined to flip the way her husband behaves.