"Have you ever considered what a deep under meaning there lies in our custom of strewing flowers before those whom we think most happy So you suppose it is merely to deceive them into the hope that happiness is always to fall thus in showers at their feet? --that wherever they pass they will tread on herbs of sweet scent, and that the rough ground will be made smooth for them by depth of roses? So surely as they believe that, they will have, instead, to walk on bitter herbs and thorns; and the only softness to their feet will be snow. But there is a better meaning in that old custom. The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers: but they rise behind her steps, not before them. "Her feet have touched the meadows, and left the daisies rosy." John Ruskin.