Yesterday, I got roses. For a moment I admired their color, the moistness of their petals, and the thorns upon their stems. They are a truly beautiful flower. They are, in a way, very seductive. But that is it.
They are not for me. Maybe I think too much into to specific things like “roses”. Maybe not. A couple weeks back on my birthday, I received a dozen Gerber Daisies, a dozen Red Carnations, as well as a dozen roses. Out of all of these flowers, the carnations are the only ones that are still vibrant, healthy and strong. Weeks later they are still neatly placed upon my kitchen table.
This leads me back to the rose and how fragile and weak it is. How just touching it can lead to sore fingers. To ponder the intricate details of what makes it tick. Then to compare this life to that of a rose.
How quickly we would drop our petals and wither away?
Would we fight it?
There is no fixed long term place for these flowers. Just a few days to admire before they age on and their petals brown. This species is bought and cherished based only on its outer appearance. Reminding me of how irrational we can be.
Roses are similar to the lilac, in weaknesses and life span-with the exception of cost. Yet, the lilac’s scent is mind blowing- and for me personally, it is worth much more than the rose. I look forward to this smell every spring, and am saddened that it is only for a couple short weeks.
The dandelion is a friend to the child, and exhibits such strength and empowerment as it spreads across the yard. Yet, this flower is hated and fought by so many. And I, like many other mothers, sit with glasses full of these on my table all spring and summer. Sometimes there are so many that we end up eating in the floor. I smile thinking of yellow stained noses and fingers.
~To appreciate the worth of a flower, is much easier than appreciating the worth of another human being~Joelly Scheff
~We are all but flowers in this life, weak, strong, despised, worshiped…and we all have something beautiful to set on the table. ~Joelly