ROSES BEAUTIFUL ROSES

Good Morning to you,

Phyllis has arrived home safe and sound. We took her to the airport, booked her onto her flight and handed her over to a young man called Joe, who gently took Phyllis by the arm and guided her through Security, sat her in Departures, then when the time was right, he walked her to the aircraft and seated her in her allotted seat.  I spoke to her when she arrived home, and she said Joe was a lovely young man, as he walked arm in arm with her all the way to the aircraft.  

Isn't that the way all our mothers should be treated.... with love and kindness.

Before Phyllis left us, I received a lovely treat.  

this beautiful bunch of roses..... aren't they just gorgeous.

Normally I would place them in a large vase, as I love big blousey displays of flowers.  I am not a lover, of a single stem, in  a vase, I much prefer to see a vase, overflowing with flowers, but there was something about these beautiful roses, that said they needed  to be placed in my rose bowl. So I snipped off about six inches of stems, placed the stems in a cup of hot water for about five seconds, to allow any air bubbles to be removed and arranged them in my rose bowl.  I am so pleased with the effect as they have a soft, romantic feel about them.

Talking about snipping stems, I'll tell you a little story. 

A number of years ago, probably about ten or so years ago, we were visiting Natasha.  On her coffee table, she had placed an oblong vase which contained a dozen pink roses. She had snipped the stems of all the roses, to about six inches in height, so that they were all a uniform size, so when they were placed in the vase, they were all the same height.  When George looked at the vase of roses, he asked Natasha, if the florist had run out of roses, as it was such a shame, that the florist had sold Natasha roses with such short stems. He felt they would have looked much better if they were long stemmed roses, he continued by saying that Natasha really should take them back and complain and ask for her money to be returned. Natasha and I looked at each other and smiled, and Natasha told her dad, that she had been sold long stemmed roses, but that she had purposely trimmed the stems and that was how she wanted the roses to look. George looked at Natasha, and said "Really.... what a shame!"

We both laughed, and George really did not know what we were laughing about, we tried to explain again, but he would not have it, he said roses looked beautiful in a tall vase, not packed together in a tiny vase...... oh well, that's George for you. Having said that, I am pleased to say that time has moved on and so have George's opinions, he has accepted that it is alright to cut rose stems and he likes how the roses look in the rose bowl.

I have no idea what this white rose is called, it has a very faint perfume and Phyllis didn't know it's name either.  I said what a shame that we did not know, but it brought to mind the poem,

 "Nobody Knows This Little Rose" 

by Emily Dickinson.

Nobody knows this little rose,

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

and lift it up to thee.

Only a bee will miss it,

Only a butterfly,

Hastening from far journey

On it's breast to lie

Only a bird will wonder

Only a breeze will sigh,

Ah little rose,

How easy,

For such as thee to die!

The bouquet is a mixture of pure white roses and  roses which look like their petals have been dipped into raspberry sauce.... can you tell I enjoy cooking. What would you say they looked like they were dipped in.... maybe red coloured ink.

...... they have such a dreamy quality about them and they look perfect with these beautiful old pearls.

and this beautiful ornament which George bought me when we holidayed in Sorrento, Italy. This young man sits perfectly beside my cut glass rose bowl and my beautiful pearls.

When I looked at the photograph of this pearl necklace, do you know what piece of music came to my mind?  I started humming,

do-do-do-do-do-dah-do

do-do-do-do-do-dah-do

do-do-do-do-do-dah-do-do-do

dah-do-do-do-do

Well it will be a miracle if you can translate that..... the piece of music I was humming along to was "A String of Pearls" by Glenn Miller.

I love the big band sound, as it is music that makes me want to dance around the room with George....... which, on occasion, we have been known to do.

Oh yes, just before I go, one thing you did not know about Phyllis' is that her middle name is, Rose...... isn't that just perfect.

Take care and I will see you later in the week.

This week I shall be joining,

Kathy at Creative Home Expressions

and

Kim at Savvy Southern Style

and
Diane at Diane Wants to Write
and
Paula at Ivy and Elephants