Victorian Valentine Card: Cherub Delivering Violets by Tricycle

The vacant, thousand-yard stare of a winged cherub in a pink dress pedaling an entire clover-covered cargo trike absolutely bursting with purple violets is perhaps the first sign that nothing says 'I love you' like flower delivery via child labor. The cart is lovingly upholstered in what can only be described as aggressive greenery, adorned with a single pink heart, as if the Victorian sender needed you to know this floral freight delivery was, in fact, romantic. Tiny bare feet pump the pedals with the acceptance of someone who has resigned themselves to being a flower logistics professional, wings doing absolutely nothing aerodynamic. 'To my Valentine,' it reads—a message from someone who clearly believed love was best expressed through botany and occupational hazards.