A Rose By My Bed

For as far back as I can remember, there was nothing as lovely, when you first opened your eyes, than a pale, pink rose greeting you like the sun.

It was as if nature stopped by for a chat.

My new place, still in progress, was treated to one by Tony the florist, who, when he saw me passing by, jumped from his sweet little shop to present me with a real showstopper.  I was thrilled knowing how beautiful it would look.

Then memories came flooding back to join nature’s table.

There wasn’t a time I visited Bill Hicks in the assortment of hotel rooms we’d canoodle in where there wasn’t a long stem rose by my side of the bed.  Over twenty years later, I still have all the vases lined up like little reliquaries in homage to that era.

Funny how such a small gesture can uncover a treasure that still means the world. getPart


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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20 Responses to A Rose By My Bed

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    How beautiful. One blossom is every bit as wonderful as a whole barrage.
    Four years ago, I kept a stem from my aunt Mary’s funeral. Every two days I changed the water and added the teeniest pinch of plant food. After three months a microscopic root began to grow. After six months there were roots shooting off of roots. I potted it and gave the plant to my cousin (aunt Mary’s daughter, also named Mary). That plant has grown five feet tall and produced a few blossoms. It’s getting stronger each year.
    A friend who is a florist said she’s never heard of such a thing.

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  2. Lynn says:

    Nothing like a gorgeous rose to brighten a beautiful room. Love Skinny’s story! WOW 😊

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  3. micklively says:

    Nature knows best!

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  4. Great memory to have of a loved one.

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  5. That’s beautiful, Susannah, and you’re right that plants, and especially flowers, add a lot to a room. My wife loves white roses, but there is nowhere near here in deep rural Iowa where I can find them for her. I hope your rose blooms for a long time, defying the winter bleakness outside.


  6. A rose is special, never more so than when there is a memory of someone special attached to it.

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  7. I love the memory attached to the rose. Something tells me she knows it too. Look how she holds her head up high … I’m here.

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