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
issues of control,
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!