..."
take time to smell the roses," ... this well known bit of advice is a
Russian proverb, who knew? ... of course, in our Western interpretation it refers to more than roses ... the phrase nods to the fragrance of the flower while conveying a philosophy of deliberate appreciation toward beauty in general ... colourful plants, astral constellations, rainbows, autumn vistas, sea-breeze, natural phenomena great and small, in fact, any facet of Creation which stimulates pleasure sensors into a state of wonderment ...
... I arrive at these thoughts by reviewing photos of my most recent
Jamaica jaunt which featured a trek to Black River, St. Elizabeth to hail
Aunt Joyce, longtime earth-mother and horticulturist ... her yard's a port in a storm, featuring comforting constancy associated with boyhood happiness and adventure ...
... the open-faced blooms of her
gerberas come in various colours but it is the overlapping radiance of their display that makes me take time to
really look ... the gerbera flower is a member of the daisy family which originates in
South Africa, and is valued worldwide in floral arrangements ... it has been hybridized to the point where it can be considered a cash-crop ...
... I suppose one could say it shows considerable temerity on my part to talk of smelling roses while visually featuring gerberas, but that's the sort of thing I'm getting a reputation for here at
Ackeelover Chronicles ... literary license and extrapolation ... besides, I'm really only speaking in terms of the exquisite expressions of nature represented by these flowers ...
... having attended many a
Black River Flower Show, I have a good understanding of the power of a flower ... so too the people who came up with the
Persian proverb "
the world is a rose; smell it and pass it to your friends," ... I'm due for another visit to this versatile garden, perhaps at that time my peculiar logic will lead me to smell the orchids and write about Joyce's roses ...
