86 – Roses *

Special thanks to Tim for providing the photos. Tim is in the USA and I encourage readers to visit his photography blog Off Center & Not Even. Please tell him I sent you and feel free to comment on his images here. All images are copyrighted by Timothy Price.

Recently, my life has been “time poor” for blogging. Besides not keeping up with comments here, my visits have been very limited. Because both are unacceptable situations to me, I will be starting my blog break after this post. Reconnecting with regular visitors will be a focus because that aspect of blogging is important to me

Click the video above for 2 minutes of background waves while reading.

I like walking on the beach. It’s is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

The rose is a flower – but not just any flower. It’s not only a beautiful flower, but one reserved for specialness – to a friend – to a lover – to a life partner – to someone out of the ordinary.

Its initial bud is so innocent as it masterfully hides the beauty that time will deliver. Rosebuds are like relationships as both require time to develop – and when they do, they blossom into glory.

When a rose burst open, we dutifully note its meaningful role as the message cannot hide because the rose is many things. It is artfully and lovingly beautiful. The rose is charming, dreamy, emotional, striking, divine, and most of all, cherished.

The rose’s many layers cover its supple bosom – a place to rest a cheek. Peeling back the layers as the soft kiss melts the heart – and the kiss leading to another.

Each petal is soft. Each petal is delicate. As a collective, the rose is gracious in its special intent.

The rose is emotional as its mere presence delivers a message without words. As a result of nature’s self-induced marvel of genetic engineering, the rose is intellectual.

A rose is timeless. As a ballroom dancer, I see the rose as the elegance of waltz – the classy smoothness of foxtrot – the attention grab of rumba – the romance of a bolero – the passion of tango – all these metaphors are insatiable and irresistible.

A rose is the melody of a beautiful song – the smell of spring or the air after a rain. A rose is the leading lady ever-present in a film of romance and passion.

A rose is a feeling of love and peace – but also fragile as it will wilt. However, its staying power is so strong it remains with the heart forever. Because we do not want to waste roses, sometimes we press and dry them for posterity.

A rose delivers a sweet fragrance – a natural pheromone inspiring passion. While we appreciate smelling a rose, who doesn’t wish they smelled like a rose.

One links a rose to a wanted love, a current love, and a past love. However, we also associate a rose to an aching heart – a broken heart – a heart ripped apart by loss.

A rose is a flower with a thorny stem. Like people, the rose must be grasped with care while also noticing the thorns before cuddling. The thorns represent the hardships of life while its petals are the beauties, the successes, and the fun – but there are no roses without thorns.

A rose is timeless, timely, and linked to moments. We associate the rose to memories – the thens and nows, and a split second when we catch the sight of water droplets gently resting on the petals or the single drop of dew clinging to its stem.

Along with love, a rose can stand for admiration, appreciation, desire, enthusiasm, enchantment, friendship, gratitude, harmony, humility, innocence, and joy – but its color delivers the message – red, white, pink, orange, yellow, or purple. But to others, a rose is a rose is, a rose – and that’s all that matters.

Life isn’t all roses and certainly not a bed of roses. Each of us can be a rose among thorns, a thorn between two roses, or even a thorn among the roses. Meanwhile, others look at life through rose-colored glasses.

Some say don’t stop to smell the roses because there is too much to do. Life is not a rose, but others say we should stop to smell the roses to relax – to appreciate the good things in life.

A rose or a derivative can be named such as Rosa, Rosetta, or Rosanna – yet also a middle name combined with many other names.

Rose finds a way into songs, movies, books, poems, and stories. A single yellow rose, but not the one from Texas. Kiss from a rose, like a rose, love is a rose and even red roses for a blue lady. Roses can be ramblin’, a heart, and even the last rose of summer – but I never promised a rose garden and none of these are guns n’ roses.

There are many varieties of roses. Some of them produce large flowers, others small. Bushes miniature, compact, and climbing are a few broad groups – simply too many to name. Besides, many are hybrids. The thought of a desert rose may not make sense to some, and its appearance is not like the rose we know.

As Impressionist artists focus on roses, there is a saying that roses are red, violets are blue – but we also know that Rose of Sharon is not a rose,

Rosewater, rose oil, rose lotions, balms, bath salts, creamers, toners, cleansers, soaps, and more are some of the products from roses. Dried rose petals even add flavor to certain teas.

Some cities embrace roses. Pasadena has New Year’s Day traditions such as the Rose Parade and the Rose Bowl. Horses run for the roses in Louisville, but Portland celebrates as the City of Roses.

As I walk, it’s obvious a rose for more than a perennial plant with a woody stem. The rose represents many symbols for humanity – and good thoughts for this day as I walk the beach. After all, I like walking on the beach because it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.


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134 thoughts on “86 – Roses *”

  1. Ahhh…roses! Their cultivating has always eluded me…except for the wild ones one of which took over a good part of our yard. Now there are small volunteer roses trying to gain a foothold…and that’s OK, because they are pretty, just not so much when they are overgrown…but the drought conditions makes even those hardy souls to not be thriving at all…
    I like Rose varieties, which produce rosehhips, that are very good for us to eat, or make tea from, rich in Vit C and other goodness. Some peeps make jelly and preserves from them, too.

    The city where my father had his business was known as Rosetown…(Not the real name), because of the multitude of greenhouses that grew roses for distribution to garden centers and florists…and nearby there was a town whose real name IS Roseviille!

    Those rose pictures are very beautiful!

    (I hope you have a productive break from blogging…and I do hope to see you at Teddy’s Tuesday Teaser. Shall I save you a seat for lunch?)

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    1. Ingrid,
      Cheers to your love for roses, your personal connections, and a bit more information that I didn’t include. The fact there are so many varieties is a sign of their significance – but wild roses is something that many may not consider. Rosetown, Roseville, & Rosemont a few of the namesake places that come to mind … and let’s not forget Portland and Pasadena. Oh … and thanks for lunch!

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  2. Ahhhh….the rose. I am a huge fan of flowers of all kinds but the rose is and always has been my favorite. I love the shape of roses and the scent is one of my favorites. My Dad was a fan of yellow roses and even though I moved homes quite a bit when I was younger, my Dad always gifted me with a yellow rose bush to plant wherever I was. So roses are special to me for that reason. I’m so happy you are able to return to ballroom dancing and are taking a well deserved blog break. I hope you enjoy every minute of it !

    Pam

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    1. Pam,
      I’m with you – that is, there is something about all the layers of a rose that is special. I think of them as a person – that is, like the many layers of a personality. Love the tradition your dad did with you with moving and yellow roses. It worked because here you are, many years later recalling that tradition with fondness. Thanks for sharing!!!

      The pandemic crushed the ballroom dance community – let alone the income loss of the teachers. We’ve been several times and just had our first lesson to help knock off much rust. Ramping up is slow, but it is good to dance again and see others!

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  3. Who can resist a rose? No matter the colour, the reason, the occasion, it’s always a beautiful thing… unless you are my mother who can’t stand them but that’s a story for another time!
    Tim’s photos are sublime. That first black and white one – the rose is so velvety!
    Glad you have been able to return to the dance floor! Woot!
    Enjoy your break. The timing is perfect. Summer is here and there is so much to do.

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    1. Dale,
      “Who can resist a rose?” What a wonderful line! It is interesting how each color signifies its own meaning. Meanwhile, I think the mother-rose tale is a future post for you! 😉 I know you are familiar with Tim’s photography, so I hope this was a pleasant surprise for you. There is something special about each of the B&W pics. Guess that’s why I had to use them instead of choosing one! Meanwhile, blog break will be good – and oh boy – I feel so out of whack on the dance floor! Fortunately, sometimes I stop and laugh at myself.

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      1. Yes, it is interesting how each colour signifies one thing or another (I wonder if there are different meaning in different parts of the world?) Ahhh… I could, I suppose talk about that, though it is unkind to speak ill of the dead (my father) 😉 I might have a way of going about it, though. Yes, the B&W are very special!.
        I imagine it will take some time to get your feet to move as they should 😉 Besides, something tells me you are not alone.

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        1. In terms of the meaning of different colors, I would think us regarding different parts of the world. After all, that is true with colors in general.

          Regarding dance, three things are out of shape: the leg muscles, the cardio, and the mind (which move the feet and plan ahead). I feel clunky.

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  4. Roses are beautiful, Frank. When I see roses, I often think of the people I’ve known, like my grandmother, who grew roses.

    Tim’s photos are wonderful. He has a very good eye for composition that works.

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  5. Roses are like poetry with petals. They evoke emotion and provide long lasting memories of important moments and lost opportunities. This was a wonderful post and the photographs were stunning!

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  6. Another wonderfully composed post Frank and lovely to see Timothy’s work and a chance to stop and smell the roses…I got some beach time this past week…I love water…compose a happy day ~ smiles hedy ☺️🌞💫

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  7. The queen of flowers, Frank. Thank you for tickling my nose this morning and making me wish this post came with a “scent” button to click! Enjoy a much-deserved break, my friend!

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  8. I have a diverse cross-section of thoughts when you ask me what a rose brings to mind. From Georgia O’Keefe to college football to Bette Midler to that brain-less reality show where they hand out roses to the keepers(?). But above all that, what you write is how I feel about them. Fragrant portraits of peace and hope and love.

    Well done, sir. And great captures.

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    1. Marc,
      Thanks for mentioning O’Keeffe because to me, she is the Queen of Painting Flowers. So exquisite. More importantly, the fact that I was able to capture your feelings about roses is quite the praise. Thank you …. and cheers to enjoying Tim’s wonderful photos.

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  9. Tim’s rosed are gorgeous and I love what you wrote about such a special flower. I posed a little about my mom’s roses. When she passed I tried to revive two of her bushes but bringing them to the cold north didn’t help them. Perhaps after your break, I can submit some pics for your walks. Any ideas? I still have the wind in the trees idea but if you have other ideas, please let me know. I have over 10K pics from which to choose, LOL!

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    1. Terri,
      Glad you enjoyed Tim’s wonderful roses. This is his first collaboration here, so I hope he returns. I would love to have you as a collaborator. With me on blog break, you have plenty of time to think about it. For ideas, see me Topics List page – https://beachwalkreflections.wordpress.com/topics-list/ – FYI: I need to get up-to-date on linking past posts. But feel free to communicate via email. I’ve got the feeling your mom loved roses!

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  10. As a timeless flower, roses are a testament to the nourishment and patience that goes into love. There was a time when I thought of roses as only your photos depict; those gorgeous, color rich flowers easily made into bouquets. Now I have come to love wild briar rose with its delicate petals as well as rosa moyesii with its six pink petals and yellow inside.
    Thank you for sharing a delightful honoring of what roses are in their uniqueness to people!

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    1. Jeya,
      “Timeless” is such a wonderful adjective for roses – I can’t say that enough, so thanks for the reminder. For me, your entire first sentence is beautifully stated. Thank you! WIth you mentioning two specific varietals, I searched to see images. It’s amazing how many varietals exists – and so different, too! In terms of the photos, all credit goes to Tim, my collaborator for this walk. He provide excellent photos that made my job much easier! Thanks for the support and kind words. 🙂

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      1. Delighted to share my thoughts, Frank! Totally LOVE that you checked out the variates I shared; in making sure I had the name right, I too was amazed at the sheer amount of roses the world grows.

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  11. Beautiful photos, Timothy, and a thorough coverage of riffs on rose themes, Frank. 🙂 I feel compelled to mention that unfortunately, hybrid roses don’t have scents and scent, as far as I’m concerned is one of the big draws about a rose. They’re beautiful on their own, but having a lovely scent enhances them, just as a beautiful person without a lovely personality isn’t nearly as attractive as someone who has both or even someone not as beautiful but who is a lovely person.

    That being said, enjoy that break, Frank! We’ll look forward to “seeing” a more refreshed Frank when you return.

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    1. Janet,
      Glad you enjoyed the combination of my words and Tim’s glorious photos. I’m with you about the impact of a rose’s fragrance. However, I did not know that hybrids lack that wonderful scent – but I’ve got the feeling genetic horticulturalists are trying to remedy that point! Thanks for sharing as I’m always willing to learn from others.

      “Blog breaks are good.” I’ve believed that for many years, and so hold on to that as a personal mantra. I also realize time will take care of it. 🙂 Thanks for your support!

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  12. Rose – indeed a timeless exquisite beauty!! It is such a gift to all our senses sight, smell, touch, also taste in forms – of course not so pleasant for the sense of touch if we don’t take care of the thorns 🙂 Wishing you a very enjoyable break!

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  13. What exquisite imagery, Frank. Your photo partnerships are proving once again to be amazing. Terrific prose and incredible photos. That first one in particular took my breath away with the beautiful bud and whisper thin webbing. Really well done, guys!

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  14. Love this roses post, Frank! You put the roses in my cheeks.
    Tim’s photos are excellent. I adore his pics!
    The 2 videos are fab, very enjoyable.
    Have a great break, Frank.
    I leave you with this poem, I memorized as a rose-eyed teenager!

    A Red, Red Rose
    BY ROBERT BURNS

    O my Luve is like a red, red rose
    That’s newly sprung in June;
    O my Luve is like the melody
    That’s sweetly played in tune.

    So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in luve am I;
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a’ the seas gang dry.

    Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
    I will love thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o’ life shall run.

    And fare thee weel, my only luve!
    And fare thee weel awhile!
    And I will come again, my luve,
    Though it were ten thousand mile.

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  15. Tim’s photos are beautiful, and I was impressed with the black and white. Typically I think of a rose and immediately respond to the colors I prefer, but in seeing the rose without color I see the complexity of the petal structure with greater clarity. It’s an interesting photo subject, and also an interesting reflection. I like literary metaphor and symbolism, and Shakespeare and roses comes to mind. Perhaps that’s why I am partial to English roses! 🙂 I understand the need for a blogging break, Frank, and hope you feel a little freedom from the pressures of maintaining a blogging calendar.

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    1. Debra,
      Glad you enjoyed Tim’s wonderful photos. I, too, was pleasantly surprised when I received the black and white photos. Thinking about roses turned into so many thoughts and applications. Even as I respond, Yellow Rose of Texas by the Mitch Miller Chorus comes to mind because I’m sure you recall “follow the bouncing ball” to Sing Along with Mitch. 🙂 Meanwhile, blogging breaks are good. I’ve been going through a stretch of being “time poor”, which screams it’s time to step away for a bit. It took me a week to respond to comes on the previous post (Hands) – let alone limited visits to others. Thanks for the best wishes!

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      1. Oh yes, Frank! I loved Mitch Miller. That sure dates us, doesn’t it? I can actually hear “The Yellow Rose of Texas” as performed by the chorus–easily recall it. Wouldn’t kids today think this corny!

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  16. Blogging that lots of time, I agree with you, it isn’t only writing a blog post, but being part of a community. I love roses, I have a few bushes in my garden and I’m so happy when I see they have flowers. They are really special to me. These photos are gorgeous, they inspired me to compose a gallery for my roses.

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    1. Elizabeth,
      Cheers to your love for roses, and I’m glad that this walk inspires you to create a gallery (which I look forward to seeing). Glad you enjoyed Tim’s pictures. Blogging is a time-consuming hobby. Then again, each of our approaches varies from blogger to blogger. For me, the community aspect is important. 🙂

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  17. Now I know why I’ve missed you this week, Frank. It must be a very busy time for everyone. This is a beautiful post. The dancing was fabulous. She looked just like a rose. As you know, Woodlake Rose Garden was one of my passions when we lived in CA, so this post was particularly interesting to me. 🙂 I hope you have a nice blogging break and can come back strong and start again. Happy 4th. 🙂

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      1. No hurries. I’ve been in a super rush this week. We closed on our little condo in Scottsdale and are turning it into an Air B&B. It’s been quite a process filling it up so it is ready to go by Friday. Pictures by Wednesday. So, I basically blog in the middle of the night or when I get a break like today waiting for stuff to come in the mail. 🙂 Have a wonderful break and 4th of July, Frank.

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    1. Kate,
      Your comment about never seeing a rose on the beach made me laugh. Me neither! Well done. What I have discovered with the topics, it’s amazing how the mind will dig deeper into a topic. It doesn’t always immediately happen, but it will in time. Sometimes it keeps going as I discover an additional topic. For instance, my walk about hands (not long ago) also got me thinking about fingers. When I started writing, it was obvious that fingers will be a separate walk. 🙂

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  18. As I read your beautiful words describing roses, I remembered that in a book somewhere on my bookcase I have a rose that I pressed when I was just 16. I must see if I can find it … ❤

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      1. I ahven’t looked yet! My life has been overtaken by a five-year-old’s birthday these last few days. I will look today. Let me know if you find your pressed rose too. 🙂

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  19. Well done Frank
    I am with those that say stop and smell the roses – even tho also agree life is not a rose -ha
    And the photos are really remarkable – the light and variations have me going for another look see 🌹💐

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  20. Frank, You chose a perfect song to go along with this post. I will visit Tim after reading here. We are lucky to live 15 minutes from the Butchart Gardens and have access to various flowers all year round. I wholeheartedly agree with you how the rose is reserved for “specialness.” Thank you for sharing a beautiful post along with the beautiful images.

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  21. Your musings, Frank, on roses, took me away to another place, a good one mind you, away from the clamor and noise of this world. Your words are incredible and each one found my heart to nuzzle there. Ahhhhh ….. roses. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. They made my day a much better one.

    I watched the dancing video and again was taken away. Dancing is out of time, in the moment, and when two people like the ones I saw dance, all you become aware of is the movement and your heartbeat. Awesome pick for this post, dear friend. Another thank you!!!

    I’ve been having many struggles maintaining a consistent presence. Between life itself and these energies it’s been a rough ride for me. It feels good to be back here and by the grace of God I’ll remain here. Have a wonderful weekend!! xo

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    1. Amy,
      So happy that you enjoyed this walk and that it touched you in many ways. Roses are special, so the writing tone must match their specialness. Thanks for watching the dance video, too. To be honest, that was a last-minute decision to include. Glad I did. Meanwhile, hang in there and keep your head up!

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  22. Here in Northern France June is rose’s month . So your post, Frank, is well inspired .
    Roses have been the theme of numerous poems since Renaissance time .
    You say you will taje a break. Have a good rest
    In friendship
    Michel

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      1. I could relate to your comments on keeping up with the aspects of blogging. I’m finding it near overwhelming myself. I so love this post and love roses , I was enchanted by the time lapse videos. Breathtaking!

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        1. We both know that every blogger handles blogging differently and for a variety of reasons. Blogging is very rewarding – but it can also be consuming – so (to me) finding the balance is important. Glad you enjoyed the timelapse of the blooming rose. Although I may be wrong, memory tells me you are the first to comment about that video – so thanks for watching it and telling me that you enjoyed it.

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