Blue roses

Blue rose earrings I created today.

Blue rose earrings I created today.

I created a new pair of earrings today with the slightly modified rose pattern I’d used for some recent rings. Instead of the black, red and green I’d used in the rings, I chose silver, blue and green for the earrings. Blue is my favorite color and the silver background really brightened the personality of the design.

I love the idea of blue roses and while they don’t exist in nature, they’re alive in beading. I was curious to see if there was any meaning surrounding blue roses and sure enough, I found meanings on several websites for every rose color imaginable! I found it all rather interesting actually.

I love the smell and appearance of roses though I haven’t received any in almost a decade. Thankfully I have two rose bushes growing together behind my house and their red and pink flowers bloom all through the summer. When I open my kitchen window I can smell them and they last much longer when I leave them growing on the bushes rather than cutting them.

My favorite description of the meaning of blue roses was found at Rose for Love. There’s several paragraphs about possible symbolism but the section I liked the most stated:

“The blue rose being in itself something very extraordinary expresses that very same feeling. “You are extraordinarily wonderful!” the blue rose exclaims. A truly wonderful personality, almost chimera-like is what the blue rose says about the receiver. A flight of fancy, an irrepressible imagination is what the blue rose is all about.”

I think that sums me up pretty well πŸ˜‰ Now that I know a bit more about blue roses, I better understand why making today’s earrings came so effortlessly and brought me such happiness. I was expressing myself in a tiny piece of artwork made of beads and thread that once complete, caught the light beautifully and shimmered with mysterious brilliance.

The Tenacity of Roses

Some very tenacious rose blooms

Some very tenacious rose blooms

A few months ago I had to do some serious pruning on the rosebush growing by my kitchen window. The bush is actually two types of rose bushes planted almost on top of each other for reasons I don’t understand. The previous owners of my house did a lot of things I will probably never understand. Somehow both rose bushes survive within each other and produce their unique blooms periodically through the season. One bush makes small, dark red blooms and the other makes larger, orangey-pink blooms that reach up quite high. I don’t quite think the colors work together but as they grow with little help from me, I’m not messing with it.

The bush had become overrun with vines that were not only strangling it but threatening to climb up the outside of my house if I didn’t get things under control. Following an afternoon of mowing in the hot sun I decided I’d tackle the vines since I was already sweaty. The vines were tangled around almost every branch of the rose bushes and other nearby undergrowth so it took considerable yanking and cutting to get them all out. In the process I also had to cut back a large amount of the rose bushes because they were sagging into the yard. Once free of all the vines, the rose bushes looked rather sickly and pathetic and I wasn’t certain they’d recover.

To my surprise, the rose bushes survived and their branches remained covered with bright green leaves. I received yet another surprise a few days ago when I saw that a handful of the orangey-pink blossoms had sprouted from the top of the bush. I’d completely failed to notice that it even had new buds! When I looked at it last night I saw that the smaller, dark red bush had also produced one little bloom further down among the tangle of bushes. I am so very impressed that the bushes found the strength to bloom once more after being nearly strangled to death by vines.

In my endless search for lessons and meanings in every new experience I concluded that the tenacity of roses is something to aspire to. Those roses kept growing despite the hardships they faced. Those bushes created new buds and blooms even when other natural elements had tried very hard to bring them down. Even amid the rain and gray skies, their colorful petals burn brightly and their fragrance is soft and sweet. Roses have thorns to protect themselves but they’re never afraid to share their beauty with the world. A rather unique demonstration of nature’s eternal sense of balance.