A Rose by any other name

I always wondered about roses.  Such exquisite works of art.  She is not simple. She is delicate and intricate, alluring, sexy and enchanting.  And yet she can prick you until you bleed.  The rose seems to keep a deep, dark, sweet, and divine secret that she won’t tell.  The legend of the rose is intriguing.  She is the enchantment of a beautiful maiden and her suitors, all turned into the exquisite flower.  Legend has it, that “during the Roman empire, there was an extraordinarily beautiful maiden named Rhodanthe. Her beauty drew many zealous suitors who pursued her relentlessly. Exhausted by their pursuit, Rhodanthe was forced to take refuge from her suitors in the temple of her friend Diana. Unfortunately, Diana became jealous. And when the suitors broke down her temple gates to get near their beloved Rhodanthe, she also became angry turning Rhodanthe into a rose and her suitors into thorns.” That is the story of the Romans.  Ask the Greeks, and Greek mythology point to Aphrodite, she named the Rose.  According to the Greeks, the rose was created by Chloris, the Greek goddess of flowers, from a lifeless body of a nymph.  She asked the help of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, who gave her beauty; Dionysus, the god of wine, added nectar to give her a sweet scent, and the three Graces gave her charm, brightness and joy. Then Zephyr, the West Wind, blew away the clouds so that Apollo, the sun god, could shine and make the flower bloom. And so the Rose was born and was immediately crowned Queen of the Flowers.”  I can almost say with certainty, that roses are eternal.   In fact, archaeologists discovered the fossilized remains of wild roses over 40 million years old. I also think roses, as with all other gifts of nature, have mysterious, healing powers.  In fact, Napoleon gave his officers bags of rose petals to boil in white wine, to cure lead poisoning from bullet wounds, Even today, rose water is still used to refresh the hands before a feast or festive greeting, from the Middle East to northern India.

Oh, and don’t forget , there is a special rose language that was invented as a secret means of communication between secret lovers in the harems of the Middle East.  A red rose bud secretly conveys that you are starting to fall in love (“budding love”), a fully open white rose asks the question: “WIll you love me?” An open red rose means “I’m delirious with love and desire for you.” And, an open yellow rose asks “Don’t you love me any more?”.  So imagine how much love and passion is invoked by a room filled with roses!99Roses

Our farm has been growing roses for the last ten years.  Our varieties include the deepest reds, burgandys, scarlets, lilacs, pinks, peaches, magentas, oranges, two tones, light greens, yellows, even celadon!  And, despite the availability of all other flower kinds, carnations, lilies, daisies, snapdragons, etc.., men, are always drawn to the queen of the flowers!  Who can blame them?  If you had to pick one among the beautiful and sensual, why not pick the queen? And it is really no wonder, there is no other flower, named by Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, with graces bestowed by the God of Wine and Merriment, a nymph and a beautiful maiden in a flower, and who knows, the Great Goddess herself.  Now, if only she wasn’t so feisty.  Be careful, this exquisite flower has a secret, and you’re lucky if you don’t get pricked.

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