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Breathing Roses! The flower that has been used as a symbol of love for hundreds of years! I have not come across any human being in my life so far who does not like flowers! Flowers are forever. Among the flowers that God has gifted to us, Roses not only look breathtakingly beautiful but one of the most desirable flowers that could be seen in full bloom from time to time both in wild and in gardens. Roses are called classics! A bunch of red roses brings joy and happiness even to someone lying on a hospital bed with a terminal illness. The power of a bunch of roses is beyond comprehension. At least, I think so! It is known to us that different colored roses have different meanings! For example, a red rose denotes an expression of love, longing, desire, devotion and deep feelings! We some times use red roses to show respect. Perhaps, many of us know that the number of red roses given to someone always carry a special meaning! If the number of such roses is a dozen then the bunch would tell you silently that the giver loves you! We,here in my country, are now passing through winter—the season when rose fields of some of the villages around the city of Dhaka, where I live now, are in full bloom with millions of roses! The growers who live in these villages are not only dedicated to growing roses exclusively but are also dependent on rose farming alone for their livelihood. Most of these farmers belong to a dedicated community of master gardeners who treat their rose plants with such love and care as if the plants are their own ! Rose farming is all manual labor that could be at a times nerve racking, spending long days in the fields. It is also filled with uncertainty as year long sunshine and perfectly moisturized soil are necessary for a good return! Despite many challenges, these dedicated peoples’ magical moments of joy come when they bury their noses in the first bloom of their respective gardens! I shall now take you to look at the magnificent ravishing roses in full bloom in the fields, bathed in winter mist, if you would like to travel with me to these unforgettable natural splendors! Photo credits and source: Kazi Tahsin Agaz Apurbo. The Daily Star, Dhaka           |
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Roses are forever!!
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Thank you so much for stopping by and for your responses, Mary Ann. These farmers are now aware of the shift that has taken place in our climate. Moreover, each of them possess a Mobile phone and even colored TV. They listen to weather forecasts at least twice a day! Have a nice Sunday.
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Pleased to read from you here on my blog page, Maggie. I appreciate your meaningful comment that you have left here on the page. Have a pleasant weekend!
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You are absolutely correct, mamannie, Thanks for stopping by and for your responses. Have a nice Sunday!
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Your lovely blog reminds me of my first Valentine's day with my late husband. He worked the night shift, and was always home by 8:30 in the morning, so I got up and fixed a wonderful breakfast for him. He wasn't home by 9, then 10:00 came and he still wasn't home. I was furious! The breakfast was ruined, so I threw it out. I thought he had just stopped at his parents' farm and lost track of the time. But on Valentine's Day? How insensitive! When he finally arrived, it was after 11, and I was in the living room...... mad, and ready for a fight! He was quiet and told me to go into the kitchen. There, on the table was a dozen red roses with a lovely card. He and the man that rode to work with him had waited in the city for the florist to open, then waited in the line, so they could bring home flowers. I was not so mad anymore, but I had to confess to him later that I really do not care for roses..... I prefer carnations. I also had to educate Joe to my preferences, after he gave me a bouquet of baby roses for our first Valentine's Day. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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BTW, I like your new picture. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Your lovely blog reminds me of my first Valentine's day with my late husband. He worked the night shift, and was always home by 8:30 in the morning, so I got up and fixed a wonderful breakfast for him. He wasn't home by 9, then 10:00 came and he still wasn't home. I was furious! The breakfast was ruined, so I threw it out. I thought he had just stopped at his parents' farm and lost track of the time. But on Valentine's Day? How insensitive! When he finally arrived, it was after 11, and I was in the living room...... mad, and ready for a fight! He was quiet and told me to go into the kitchen. There, on the table was a dozen red roses with a lovely card. He and the man that rode to work with him had waited in the city for the florist to open, then waited in the line, so they could bring home flowers. I was not so mad anymore, but I had to confess to him later that I really do not care for roses..... I prefer carnations. I also had to educate Joe to my preferences, after he gave me a bouquet of baby roses for our first Valentine's Day.  I must say that your late husband was a man who loved you so much that he did not hesitate to wait in the line to get the dozen of red roses for you even after he worked the night shift to celebrate the day! It was also natural for you to prepare a wonderful breakfast for a person whom you loved too unconditionally! You waited for him to come home patiently long enough before you threw out the breakfast prepared for him by you lovingly only when it got ruined! He was surely a wise man who knew you well except that you like carnations and did not react when he found you angry for his coming home late! You did right when you educated Mr. Joe to your preference after he made same mistake of buying roses in stead of carnations for you!! That was great, Mrs. Joe! Take care and stay well always you two. My regards to you and Mr. Joe!
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BTW, I like your new picture.
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deborahsu---- Thanks for liking the pictures. The credit goes to the concerned photographer! You seem to be very much imaginative! Perhaps, you might be the only daughter in the whole world who used to send roses to the parents on your birthday! My daughter who is an architect and lives abroad with her family always greets me early morning on my birthday every year without fail! The feeling for talking to her on the day is great! Regards. Stay well and cheerful always.
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Yes, MySeek, you have rightly said that roses are the queen of flowers. It is absolutely true that red roses stand for love throughout the world. Here I would like to take the opportunity to post a few lines from another blog of mine titled "The wild roses" posted some months before somewhere on my blog pages for you to read: Quote....Poet and writers have always compared love with wild roses! Emily Bronte wrote, “Love is like the wild rose." Robert Burns stated it clearly and simply, "My love is like a red, red rose." ...unquote. The rose growers here in my country can not always meet the demand of the people for fresh roses during the winter months because of various festivals where roses are used extensively. Moreover, winter and spring are the wedding season in this country when roses are in great demand! However during off season when the demand is less, the growers can sale roses to the manufacturer of rose water etc. Hope, you are doing fine. Have a pleasant week
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