buds or blooms

Do you like roses better as buds or blooms?

Buds



or blooms?



I like buds better. In fact when they start to bloom I feel a little sad, like I want them to stay buds forever, although, I do love the rich fragrance once they bloom. :)

One of my most favorite roomates in college, Rachelle, used to love this singer named Rachel De-Azevedo. Rachel has a show on pbs called Signing Time now, have you heard of it? Anyway, when we were all in school Rachel was an aspiring singer, she still sings, only now she does it with her cords and her hands. ;) Back to college, she had a song that Rachelle would play over and over again. It wasn't a bad thing, in fact I really liked the song, the words stuck in my head though for all these years, and I have thought of them often. This line especially, "If he won't bring you flowers, plant your own, plant your own." I love this! I know we love our men and want them to think of flowers on their own, and to just remember to do something nice here and there, but when was the last time you bought flowers for yourself? or for the sake of buying something so resplendantly beautiful to brighten your day and your kitchen, or wherever you put them? It is quite liberating actually, to just buy flowers. They make for a lovely purchase. I love the women's lib behind the line in the song too. Don't wait for your man to bring you flowers, if you want them, go out and get them... yourself. ;) Or plant them. The aggression from tilling the earth would erase the sadness of your man not remembering to bring your flowers. ;) Plus, the whole idea of cultivating a flower garden feels so surreal and ethereal to me. I do have a lot of dirt in my backyard, maybe some of it will go so a small flower garden.



Emma Goldman commented, "I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck." Emma, that's crazy talk, but I can see how you recognize a similar beauty found with the two muses.



Here are two rose poems to plant in the fertile soil of your membranes; I hope you read them:

This one is sweet. I also love the comparisson of other objects to roses. Strawberries are my summer's rose.

The Rose Family by Robert Frost
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is,
and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

The extended metaphor in this one is, well, thorny, but powerful.

A Little Budding Rose by Emily Bronte
It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,A
nd shyly did its leaves unclose
Hid in their mossy robe,
But sweet was the slight and spicy smell
It breathed from its heart invisible.
The rose is blasted, withered, blighted,
Its root has felt a worm,
And like a heart beloved and slighted,
Failed, faded, shrunk its form.
Bud of beauty, bonnie flower,
I stole thee from thy natal bower.
I was the worm that withered thee,
Thy tears of dew all fell for me;
Leaf and stalk and rose are gone,
Exile earth they died upon.Y
es, that last breath of balmy scent
With alien breezes sadly blent!

Jennifer, I am expecting great commentary from you. You too Livies. Jessica, I know you have something genius to say too. If you didn't read the poems at least tell me if you would rather gaze at a bud or bloom. :) Have a week full of flowers. In fact, here is a challange for all of you: buy yourself some flowers; put them in a place where you will see them everyday. Then late in the week leave me a commemt about how it made you feel; write a post with a picture of the flowers you bought or planted.

Can't wait to hear from you- xoxo Kam

p.s. Did anyone else love the Academy Awards as much as I did? They are my Superbowl. I will comment on that later. ;)