Flower Imagery in The Stone Angel :: Stone Angel

Bloom Imagery in The Stone Angel Margaret Laurence utilizes bloom symbolism in her novel The Stone Angel to speak to Hagar's lifestyle. There are two kinds of blossoms, wild and edified. These two kinds of blossoms are related with the informed, controlled lifestyle and the material lifestyle. In summer the burial ground was rich and thick as syrup with the memorial service parlor fragrance of the planted peonies, dull red and backdrop pink, the pretentious blooms hanging heavily, excessively substantial for their light stems, bowed down with the heaviness of themselves and the heaviness of the downpour, swarmed with upstart ants that walked through the extravagant petals just as to the way conceived . . . In any case, now and then through to hot surge of discourteous breeze whtat shook the clean oak and the coarse couchgrass infringing upon the obediently thought about residences of the dead, the aroma of the cowslips woud rise monentarily. They were however established, these wild and vainglorious blossoms, and altough they were kept down at the graveyard's edge, removed by cherishing family members resolved to keep the plots clear and clealy humanized, for a second or two an individual strolling there could get the black out, muskey, dust-touched smell of things that de veloped and had developed consistently, before the corpulent peonies and the heavenly attendants with inflexible wings, when the prarie feigns were strolled however just by Cree with cryptic appearances and oily hair. (p. 4-5) Hagar was the fortunate one in her family. She had the option to attend a university where she figured out how to be progressively developed and acculturated and the proper behavior like a woman. Nothing is by all accounts normal about her, she condemns everything that is by all accounts wild or crazy. When Hagar weds Bram Shipley, she is content and in affection. It was spring that day, a differnt spring from this one. The poplar feigns had sprouted with clingy leaves, and the forgs had returned to te quagmires and sang like themes of heavenly attendants with sore throats, a th damages marigolds were opening like shavings of sun on the earthy colored stream where the dadpoles moved and the bloodsuckers lay vile and low, holding up fo the kid's feet. Also, I rode int blacke-beat cart adjacent to the man who was no my mate. (p. 50) After the wedding, Hagar gets resolved to change the manner in which her better half carries on.