With today being Valentine’s day, I thought I would refresh everyone’s memory on what the different colors of roses mean. You don’t want to send the wrong impression.
Red Roses say, “I love you.” And are the ultimate symbol of romance and enduring passion.
Pale Pink Roses imply grace, gentleness and joy.
Light Pink Roses express a sense of fun, happiness, and whimsy.
Deep Pink Roses say, “Thank you.”
Lilac Roses indicate the sender fell in love at first sight with the recipient and is enchanted. Because the meaning for lilac roses aren’t as widely known, it’s best to send a card with them.
White Roses symbolize truth and innocence. They also send other messages like, “I miss you,” and “You’re heavenly.”
Coral Roses express one thing through their color, desire.
Peach Roses signify appreciaation, gratitude, modesty, and also can convey sympathy.
Orange Roses communicate enthusiasm, desire and fascination on the part of the sender.
Yellow Roses indicate friendship and freedom, not a sign of love.
A Dead Rose, regardless of original color, says “It’s over.”
Hope you have a great Valentine’s Day and here's an excerpt from Summer's Growth
“No reason for her to stay bottled up in the house with an old maid like me,” Mattie grumbled.
Alone and feeling sorry for herself, she stared at the cold ashes in the fireplace, a black mess with no hope of burning again. Just like her life. Once Amber assumed the job of keeper, she’d be free to do anything she wanted.
The sound of a car in the driveway alerted Mattie. “Amber must have forgotten something.” She walked out of the study on her way to the front door.
Surprised by the sight of Quincy coming up the stoop with bags in his hands, she leaned against the doorjamb. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
“I thought you might be hungry.” His winning grin prevented any objection she might have had.
Flustered, she sputtered, “But—”
“You said you didn’t want to go out, so I brought dinner in.” Not pausing, Quincy pushed his way past her.
His reasoning seemed logical, but Mattie wasn’t sure of his true intentions. She rushed to catch up. “Quincy, you really didn’t have to do this.”
“Sure, I did. I invited you to dinner, didn’t I?” he said over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen.
She longed to tell him to leave, but she couldn’t. Not after he’d gone to so much trouble to bring her dinner. His thoughtfulness disarmed her, weakened her knees as well as her resolve.
“I hope you’re hungry.” He pulled a rotisserie chicken and potato salad from a bag. “I even have dessert.”
From another one, he unearthed a pie and showed her the label. “Apple pie and,” putting down the pie, he reached back in, “ice cream.”
Delighted, Mattie squelched her giddiness by protesting against his efforts. “Quincy, you shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble. I planned on having a sandwich for dinner.”
Heedless of her words, he stashed the ice cream in the freezer and retrieved one more item from a different bag. “And these are for letting me have dinner with you.”
Quincy held out a bouquet of deep red roses, catching her completely off guard. Shocked appreciation snatched her breath away. Hands shaking, heart quaking, she stood rooted to the floor. She didn’t know how to handle this situation. No one had ever given her flowers before.
Mattie clasped the roses to her chest, mesmerized by their beauty. “Thank you, Quincy.”
Not releasing his hold, he stared into her eyes.
She couldn’t help but yield to the powerful forces between them, and swayed into his arms. Enclosed in his warm male strength, she trembled.
He ran his hand along her spine and slowly leaned closer.
She waited, expecting the soft caress of his lips on hers. At the last moment, he diverted his kiss and his lips brushed her forehead instead.
Stunned, she could only stare.
“Mattie, I’m trying not to rush you and take it slow, but I won’t deny I want you in every way a man could want a woman. So for now I need you to promise me something.”
Lost in the velvet warmth of his eyes, she knew she’d promise him anything. She placed her hand on his chest and breathlessly asked, “What kind of promise?”
Have an awesome day,