Thursday, August 13, 2009

Pink







Pink Roses of August












I resist pink. Like sidling-away resist.

So frou-frou. So emotional. So indicative of some high-handed, high-maintenance, messy state of mind. All poodles and PMS and salon pedicures. All Barbies and beaches. Not to mention bitches. Oh, pink looks sweet, smells sweet, and tastes better. Think cotton candy, watermelon balls, soothing Pepto-Bismol even. What’s to fear from such a delicately shaded sensibility?

Do not be deceived. Pink is a bully in damsel clothing. A special brand of tyranny lurking behind a perfect smile. It is the princess as likely to punch you in the mouth as to argue with you. And, you never know what hit you until it’s much too late. Sometimes you never figure it out at all. ‘Beware the pink,’ I mutter, and walk the other way.

Usually.

So I’m in the supermarket last night. See, they position the flower shop just inside the entrance where you’re still open to frivolity, not yet disgusted by the five dollar boxes of cereal and the four dollar loaves of bread. Ooohhh. Roses. Not even close to being my favorite flower, but they’re right there, and wouldn’t the white ones look nice on my counter? Or the passionate red ones – Mmm. About that time, I should be pushing these thoughts aside and heading for the bread aisle, but then these silly pink roses start seducing me with their obvious glow. And, I am sucked in so easily.

Maybe it’s too much work and too little play of late. Maybe it’s chanting crowds channeling too much fear of death panels and too little condemnation of Big Med greed. Maybe it’s long rains in a short summer. Maybe it’s the tireless romantic in me …

Tonight, the cicadas are singing, and big pink roses grace my kitchen counter. The blooms have unfurled in the heat of the day, at once delicate, exotic and vaguely dangerous. Despite their gaudiness, their scent is surprisingly subtle, and suddenly, I am not so tired or weary or whatever I have been this summer. Somehow, a bit of frou-frou has re-established balance somewhere, and I am restored. And content.

OK. Just a little pink.

11 comments:

Carolyn said...

So glad to see you back, I am sorry you are so busy but so glad you treated yourself to a little frou-frou. It is way to easy to not treat ourselves once in a while...we deserve it.
Take care, blessings and smiles
Remember this to will pass.

Carolyn said...

So glad to see you back, I am sorry you are so busy but so glad you treated yourself to a little frou-frou. It is way to easy to not treat ourselves once in a while...we deserve it.
Take care, blessings and smiles
Remember this to will pass.

Carolyn said...

So glad to see you back, I am sorry you are so busy but so glad you treated yourself to a little frou-frou. It is way to easy to not treat ourselves once in a while...we deserve it.
Take care, blessings and smiles
Remember this to will pass.

One Red Horse said...

Oh, this is just so cool - Coyote Road showed up at the top of my blog roll!!!!! And with a post about pinkiness. Today, in my closet, I proudly have a pink section. Took YEARS to have a pink section. I like it has morphed from the tyranny of pinkiness you will be forced to be girly girl (mom's message - was a major FAIL) to a color that is just kinda nice to wear with denim. Nice to see ya back in the saddle on Coyote Road.

Lori Skoog said...

I must be dreaming! In technicolor...like pink maybe. Am I reading the words of the LONG lost Coyote???? It's about time woman!!!!
Welcome home.

Janie said...

Pink is girly, and girly isn't always good, but hey, all women need to refresh their hopes for happiness abd a fairy tale Prince Charming once in a while.
Glad to hear from you again. Hope the sense of balance and contentment stays with you even after those roses fade.

mountain.mama said...

Pink is good, but purple is better! (It's all relative.)

Sometimes I actually buy those flowers they plant at the checkout counter when they are irresistible.

rebecca said...

Look who's back!!! Fe, always aware of those beautiful flowers along life's road..

Glad to see your words grace the blogsphere again. You've been missed..

Are you breathing normally yet or are you still using an oxygen tank? LOL!

Rebecca-san

Esther Garvi said...

Sometimes it's good to bend the rules just a little bit! Not very fond of pink either, but it's a colour like the rest. It can't help if it's been used for other purposes! :-D

Greetings from the other side of the Ocean,
Esther

San said...

I love your "vaguely dangerous" pink roses. Their fragrance intoxicates. Their thorns draw blood.

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