I used to be a giver of roses. There were times over the years the act got away with me and I had women thinking I was attempting to be more in their lives than I thought. While it was an embarassment on a few occasions other times it was very gratifying.
I think that a gift of flowers is a thoughtful addition to any relationship, budding or close, platonic or otherwise. While I no longer actively pursue the female of the species as I once did in a younger day, the memories which remain are both poignant and varied.
Today is Rose Day. It happens each February 7th annually and marks the commencement of Valentine’s week. When I was working the old '9 to 5' I was known to arrive with several two pound Whitman's Samplers for the ladies in the office on each and every Valentines Day. Unfortunately the candy was all too often scarfed down by the dudes in the office prowling for the same taste sensation. It wasn't meant for them, however.
Be all of it as it may, the rose is a very appropriate gift based on the color and timeline. Different colors have different meanings applied to them. The two I used to give most often were yellow and red roses.
In the dull and commonplace events of day to day living I hope you will take a moment to consider the rose as a token. A rose by any other name would indeed still smell as sweet and I remain a fan after all these years.