I suppose she meant that things are what they are. Just saying the word 'rose' invokes the imagery, emotion and fragrance associated with one of the worlds most highly revered flower.
The beauty and aroma of roses can't be matched. The petal itself feels as soft and fresh as a babies skin. We're compelled to touch and smell it's irresistible blossoms. And just like in life, to experience a certain happiness, sometimes we have to contend with thorns.
I can't think of a flower with more well-known meanings than the rose. Red roses convey love, yellow roses are for friendship, white means purity, pink roses express gratitude and appreciation, peach shows sincerity and burgundy represents the deepest of passions.
Although she could grow almost anything, I'd say roses were my mothers favorite. She loved this candle. Just like the real thing, it's more fresh than sweet with true-to-life hints of subtle greenery. My mom left us in March, but I'll always have roses to remind me of her joy.
"When the night has been too lonely | And the road has been too long | And you think that love is only | For the lucky and the strong | Just remember in the winter | Far beneath the bitter snows | Lies the seed that with the sun's love | In the spring becomes the rose" ~Bette Midler
