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

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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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150 thoughts on “86 – Roses *”

  1. Hi Frank,
    Your post on the essence of roses is beautiful with lots to think about as usual and Tim’s photos are so exquisite I can practically smell their perfume through WP. Hope you’re enjoying your blog break. I’m currently on a road trip trip so not posting, reading or engaging quite as much as usual. Enjoying the simple joys of each day but it’s nice to check in here every now and then. Hope you’re well. Sending love from down under and thanks again for a beautiful post. 🌹❤️

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    1. Miriam,
      Greeting to you in the land down under. I hope all is still going well for you. Thanks for the kind words about the post and Tim’s photos. Interesting how a photo how photos can stimulate senses, such as smelling a rose that isn’t present or salivating over an image of appealing food. Meanwhile, I hope to be returning soon.


  2. Lovely write-up & images, as always, Frank. I especially like the B&Ws (or monochromes?) I appreciate your passionate description & mention of many of our common idioms. Hope your break has been enjoyable, but I also hope you missed blogging & will soon be back at it! 🌞

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  3. Hi, Frank. I hope you’re having a good blog break. I’ve had similar problems in finding a balance between writing, visiting, and things happening in my life. Wishing you well, and I apologize for not being around as much as I’d like over the past few months.

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    1. Robin,
      Surprise … (as I finally answer). Both of us have been around the blogging break for a long time, so I know that we understand each other. You are special! Balance in blogging is one thing, then balancing it with life is another. This is the longest blog break I’ve ever taken but I starting to get the itch again. Oh … .and no apologies necessary. 🙂 Thank you for being you.


  4. I see you are taking a blogging break, Frank, unless I’ve missed a more current post. Sending you a rose in spirit…may it shine its light of love into your world right now. P.S. How very cool that you are still reading others blogs while you take a break. When I take a break that doesn’t happen even when I wish it would. xoxo

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  5. Hope you are revitalized and refreshed during your blogging break this summer. I took one for three weeks – my longest yet – and it was needed and appreciated. The scent of roses wafted around me during this entire post. thank you!

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    1. Pam,
      I’m a month late, but thanks for dropping by. I’ve been blogging a long time, and have long advocated that blogging breaks are good. On the other hand, I think this is the longest break I’ve ever taken – but I hope to return soon. Thanks for the smiles and kind thoughts.


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