There seems to be a lull in our winter right now.  It’s February without snow on the ground, at least not yet.  February tends historically to be the month of “big snow” with blizzards that bring snow in feet and not inches.  And sub zero temperatures that permanently seal ice to the ground.

Silent fear is, we are being lulled by climate change into a false sense of a light winter, that it will hit late and run longer into the year, leaving us with a short or a non-existent spring.

Hoping to catch up on literary work and submissions this weekend — get some out the door so I can return to my book/longer project and focus on that. Still need to pare down, polish and edit.

But with this weather, I will likely do some repairs tomorrow when there is supposed to be a little more sunshine.  It’s winter and it’s unseasonably warm for February but not really that warm.

So I will venture to clean the beach and patch the seawall with the pre-mixed cement — photo above.  Whenever I use it, always think of the line from the Robert Harling play and later the movie/film,  Steel Magnolias talking about the groom’s cake in the shape of an armadillo:

“M’Lynn: It’s repulsive! It’s got gray icing! I can’t even begin to think how you make gray icing!”  The inside of the cake was “red velvet”  a chocolate mixed with red food coloring to mimic blood.  And to note, the previous decade, the 2000’s were all about cupcakes — I think the trend is over, one of the favorite combinations being offered, often was red velvet with cream cheese frosting — very far away from gray icing.

This past week at work, coming back from a run to bring lunch upstairs, we were at the elevator bank and I saw someone bringing up a floral delivery.  It’s a little early, for in the next couple of weeks we will see a lot because of Valentine’s Day.  This was a good sized bouquet in a a vase and I pointed it out to my friend: “Look blue roses.”  

First saw blue roses in Boston, MA, US, sometime in the late 1990’s.  A flower shop chain called Kabloom featured them, they were a special variety, specially bred and cultivated for the color, etc.  They were interesting to look at sort of a strange ultra marine blue in shading, and very expensive and I included a line them in a poem I wrote about lost love — alluding to something elusive.  Kabloom apparently overextended and has closed up shop, there were several franchises at one point but the last just closed over the summer but they are still online and a vendor via Amazon, etc.

Blue roses via quick search online search I just did today, seem to be more widely available through different florists and vendors.

My friend the other day asked me the meaning of “blue roses” — I told her I thought mostly of The Glass Menagerie, the play by Tennessee Williams.  The character Laura briefly reunites with her high school crush Jim.  His nickname for her was blue roses as a mispronunciation of Laura’s pleurosis, the illness which kept her out of school a lot and lead to her becoming a recluse.  Here is the quote/most often associated with it:

“They’re common as—weeds, but—you—well, you’re—Blue Roses!”

The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee  Williams: (Jim to Laura).

Apparently, sometime in 2017-2018 a darker blue rose, more of “royal blue color” was developed.  Paraphrasing via several online web sites and floral sites I visited — the meaning behind sending someone blue roses is:  “Unrequited or unattainable love because they don’t exist in nature – they were created via genetic engineering and modification and cross breeding.”

So blue for unrequited or unattainable love, also mystery.  Some sites/blogs also talked about spiritual or blessed love (to send to a special familiar member) or love at first sight (to send to a new love) while  — others cited purple/lavender roses for a love at first site symbolism versus red roses as a symbol of true or long lasting love.

Of course, red roses are will generally be the big seller for Valentine’s Day in February not blue.  One of the other images I used in my poem was of the red rose turning black at the edge, etc.  I have to go re-read that poem now.

 

 

 

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