One of the most treasured flowers among people is The Rose! Rose is a symbol used to show affection towards friends, lovers, parents or a new friend. Each color representing a different meaning that makes you think twice before giving. One doesn’t want to give the wrong impression. So the importance of selection is key!
I have only received flowers three times in my life. Once when I was in high school, some fellow decided he wanted to make a nice gesture to all the women in our youth group so he sent a poinsetta. Another was some rather wilted flowers a boyfriend at the time gave me, when I was about 17. And then about 8 years ago, I remember getting off the ferry to be greeted by a man that was a blind date. I thought he was okay, and that the gesture of holding a yellow rose was sweet. I am not a woman that has been adorned with many bouquets of flowers, by great men wanting to gain my affection. So I accepted this gesture as nothing more than a friendship. Something that wouldn’t last, and it didn’t!
My sister in law perhaps was right, I always seem to end up with the short end of the stick. I never looked at it that way before, rather than a woman who never understood why men were so blind; to the wonderful woman standing before them. Then again, they just weren’t the right men. I don’t deprive myself of enjoying roses, because I have no relationship. Rather I plant them in large pots on my patio, outside my doorstep. A lovely yellow climbing rose, next to another favorite. I love honeysuckle, a favorite of butterflies and hummingbirds for its sweet nectar.
For people that are into giving flowers, remember that Yellow is the color of friendship, joy and caring. Red is the color of love and enduring passion, conveying respect. I love the fragrance of the pink one’s they are the most fragrant, and leaves a lovely scent along the pathway to my house. Pink represents, gentleness, femininity and elegance. I wrote a poem about the rose, and wanted to share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy!
Shy, yet content in my own way.
Misunderstood, because I find myself stuck among thorns.
A bud beginning to blossom, on a stem that shows no growth.
Nurtured by the water that now feeds my roots.
Planted by the kindness of the hands, that love all that there is about me.
Fostered by pure thought and the intention to do no harm!
I am tended by those hands that have weathered many a storm.
Yet carried on from a passion that moves them forward in time.
I am a scent that lingers on a warm summer night.
Enticing lovers as they gaze into each others eyes.
Warmed by the gift that they share.
A bouquet of tender moments that are timeless melodies,
of two hearts beating at the same time!
(C) Patricia Scoular, 1/29/2016 Ladysmith, BC
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