The roses pusillanimous prepubescent paramours proffer on this paltry parade of commercialized love have almost no scent. The primary characteristics florists prefer are durability and attractiveness of the blooms so those features were bred into the roses at the expense of the scent and, thus, the rose was murdered. (CNN: Stopping to smell the roses? You may not catch a whiff)
Don't bother sniffing them since they might as well be silk for all the perfume they can deliver; there's more scent in a dandelion now. Top that with some fake chocolate and you can be her plastic, fantastic, lover.
This is another example today of man forcing Nature to do his bidding and, as in many other situations like that, the bidding was short-sighted and insubstantial. It's the same thinking which justifies using Monsanto pesticides to increase crop yields while simultaneously wiping out the bees and then saying, no worries, we will fix that with robo bees. Um, no, you won't. (Ithaka: These Robos Aren't Coming ... the Robo Drone Bees)
This is not, NOT, the death of all roses since growing them is a religion to many and the hybrid tea roses are bred for all the exquisite traits the growers can manage.
Ed: and Japanese Beetles love to eat them
I will hate those damn bugs until I die. Ha!
The battle with Japanese Beetles which were eating the roses was an example of a futile attempt to control Nature. If anything, my attempts to wipe them out were attracting more of them. There are better ways but I was fed-up after that campaign.
The hybrid tea roses are doing just fine but the Valentine's Day roses are screwed. They have become a known commercial product and consumers don't know enough to expect more than these rubbishy dime-store weeds.
If you want to show your One True Love some floral persuasion this season, get her some lilies.
Ed: the white ones symbolize death!
True love is death, mate.
Ed: you mean in the poetic or literal sense?
That depends on who you love, Casanova.
Ed: I guess you want a rim shot for that?
Thank you, Maestro.
Don't bother sniffing them since they might as well be silk for all the perfume they can deliver; there's more scent in a dandelion now. Top that with some fake chocolate and you can be her plastic, fantastic, lover.
This is another example today of man forcing Nature to do his bidding and, as in many other situations like that, the bidding was short-sighted and insubstantial. It's the same thinking which justifies using Monsanto pesticides to increase crop yields while simultaneously wiping out the bees and then saying, no worries, we will fix that with robo bees. Um, no, you won't. (Ithaka: These Robos Aren't Coming ... the Robo Drone Bees)
This is not, NOT, the death of all roses since growing them is a religion to many and the hybrid tea roses are bred for all the exquisite traits the growers can manage.
Ed: and Japanese Beetles love to eat them
I will hate those damn bugs until I die. Ha!
The battle with Japanese Beetles which were eating the roses was an example of a futile attempt to control Nature. If anything, my attempts to wipe them out were attracting more of them. There are better ways but I was fed-up after that campaign.
The hybrid tea roses are doing just fine but the Valentine's Day roses are screwed. They have become a known commercial product and consumers don't know enough to expect more than these rubbishy dime-store weeds.
If you want to show your One True Love some floral persuasion this season, get her some lilies.
Ed: the white ones symbolize death!
True love is death, mate.
Ed: you mean in the poetic or literal sense?
That depends on who you love, Casanova.
Ed: I guess you want a rim shot for that?
Thank you, Maestro.
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