aka the language of flowers
was a Victorian era means of communicating
in which various flowers were used
to send coded messages,
allowing individuals to express feelings
which otherwise could not be spoken.
I wonder if they came with a decoder ring?
Or were their meanings so well known
that no cheat sheet was needed…
in which cause,
it would seem to detract
from the efficacy of a ‘coded’ messages…
might as well Twitter it
if everyone knew it anyway!
If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time,
you’ll know of my abiding love for roses…
yes, I have passion for more than Peeps!
Flowers, and gardening,
are the perfect metaphors for life…
cycles of seeming death or quiescence,
re-birth, full flower and then decline –
as well as speaking directly to being uprooted,
putting down roots,
planting the seed
without seeing the fruits of your labor,
being in the wrong climate
or soil,
issues of control,
benign neglect,
etc.
I realized the other day that the roses that attract me at the grocery store
on any given day
can also give me a clue
about my emotional state.
I usually love billowy roses –
graceful, open, receptive,
and unfolding to the light source –
meager though it may be
on a bleak mid- winter day.
And, while tea roses have a ‘meaning’ of “I’ll always remember”,
I can’t help but think it’s because they’re so tightly clenched,
unable to relax
and relinquish their grip.
Beautiful – but SO uptight!
Guess which ones I chose this week?
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I’m considering it a sign of maturity that I’m not judging.
I can see the beauty in all states of ‘rose-ness’.
But there’s also no doubt in my mind -
sister needs a vacation!