It’s only a few days after Valentine’s day (to tell you i started this post ever since!), here, by the kitchen window sill, lies a withering rose flower. Truth is, i didn’t think i would be doing this as i intended to ’let sleeping dogs lie’, but the state of this once-so-beautiful flower wouldn’t allow me as it speaks volumes, however, i shall keep the message just a few lines away.
My boss at work ordered ‘valentine specials’ for his subordinates, live roses for the girls and chocolates (i think) for the guys. Today, i remember, tomorrow, chances are I would not. I do not find myself to blame in this regard seeing that the gesture might just wither off in such fleeting moment as certainly, would the flower.
Legend has it that in medieval times, a knight and his lady were walking along the side of a river. He picked a posy of flowers, but because of the weight of his armour he fell into the river. As he was drowning he threw the posy to his loved one and shouted “Forget-me-not”. This is a flower connected with romance and tragic fate. It was often worn by ladies as a sign of faithfulness and enduring love. In like manner, the same could be said of the Rose.
Forget-me-nots and Roses, will, for the flowers they be, wither; but a good character?
A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble. - Charles H. Spurgeon
