A Rose By Any Other Name…

This is a mimosa flower. Not only are the blossoms and trees impressive looking but they smell amazing! Continue to rename the plants I will. This is Rose of Persia. The name Desert Rose also seems to fit, but that name has already been taken (Adenium obesum). Everyone knows the classic rose fragrance, and I am certainly not knocking a classic. Who doesn’t love roses? And of the many that do, who hasn’t been pricked by their thorns?? There is not one without the other. With this, and perhaps many aspects of life, there is that sweet sting, that ringing in your mind and ears. Roses stand as a stark even if beautiful reminder of that truth. You will certainly feel it.

But the smell of Rose of Persia (the new name for this tree) escapes description; it is one of those that requires you to invite your friends over to experience it. Many a cosmetics company tries to duplicate the fragrance of mimosa tree but to no avail. They are disguised, perfumed synthetic chemicals at best, “imitations, copies of creation,”, (Staples, O. 2013). Nothing but nothing compares to the real scent of mimosa blossom, one of the precious gifts that only nature can provide.

Knock knock at the door.

“What happens here?”

“Hey man, the rose of Persia is in bloom. After all, what a 365 this particular revolution has been. Need we borrow and beg?”

“Ah, well played sir; well played, and it is all play-with our hands-music. My desert tribe shall bring the grander things, the cliff tribe, the rustic things, and the sea tribe, filtration. You may bring the juice of the vine of your choice and color. Beer of barley, or brandy of apple for those who partake. While it may be the desert tribes’ time to play our song on behalf of the desert, it is your turn to sleep while the garden grows. Please rest easy; my people stand by prepared to give to you juice of the vine of your choice of the finest make, and cool your heat with peacock feathers eager to cool, calm and comfort you and yours. You really are an amusing sort; thought you’d have a go at occupying the desert you did, being in no way prepared for the sun’s rays of the high desert. You are not equipped in clothing, genetics, supplies, water usage and conservation, and certainly not skin type {background giggling}. In this desert sun, we see daily that white turns to red even quicker than mushrooms sprout from your Kentucky bluegrass lawns, another of your curious additions to the desert. We are equipped, however; and we are so in every way. We like you, and our people will help you. So let us cooperate and enjoy it together.

A rose by any other name? Red, yellow, purple, white, orange which; tickle, twitch. Flower of passion. We welcome you to creature-universal precision. The universe is love. And even choking on the dust and burning the eyes as it settles, the please, the sorry, the thank you and help of it is heard. Trust in the diversity, the goodness that still exists. Through pure instrumentation the play is even higher. For our climb, our crawl, even our fall is our universal expansion. For only planted do we stand. Thank you for this invitation in abasement; we shall see you there. We await these joyous songs of the highest melody with keenest anticipation. It is well and aligned. Rose and rose laterally will ye as promised.”

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