You can get carried away by the commercialism, ignore it, or focus on what really matters – true love that, in Shakespeare’s words, alters not when it alteration find.
Wishing ewe love and laughter.
And love and laughter to moo too.
A man wanted Valentine’s Day to be special, so he bought a bottle of absinthe and stopped by the florist’s to order a bouquet of his wife’s favorite flower: white anemones.
Unfortunately, the florist was sold out of flowers and had only a few stems of feathery ferns.
The man asked the florist to make a bouquet out of the ferns and the flask of liquor. He added a card and proceeded home.
After a romantic candlelight dinner, he presented his wife with the gift.
She opened the card to read, “Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.”
With a tear in her eye, she whispered to him lovingly, “Yes, and with fronds like these, who needs anemones.”
Valentine’s Day can be crassly commercial.
It can, if you so choose, be a reminder and celebration of the wonder of love apropos of which is this thought:
There are people who believe we stand alone, whole & complete & perhaps that’s true, but all I know is there are parts of me that would not be if they had not come alive with you…. – © 2014 Brian Andreas – posted with permission.
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My farmer says it’s better to know you’re loved every day and not just on a few special occasions in a year and he means it.
That doesn’t stop him marking the odd special occasion and on Friday he came home with a beautiful bunch of flowers in anticipation of today.
Today I’m grateful for romantic gestures and the love which comes with them.
Imported flowers give consumers choice but increase competition for local growers:
Kiwi flower growers are coming under increasing pressure as cheap flower imports, mainly from India, flood the New Zealand market, says Flower Growers Association chairman, David Blewden.
Mr Blewden says around 50 percent of the roses sold each year for Valentine’s Day are now imported.
Not only is this affecting Kiwi growers’ livelihoods, it also poses biosecurity risks, he says.
Any imports pose biosecurity risks but MPI has strict protocols to deal with them.
“Imported flowers are usually treated with harsh chemicals like Round Up. This means they don’t last long once you’ve bought them and you have to be careful when handling them if you are sensitive to chemicals.
Any flowers treated with Round Up would be dead.
“But sometimes imported flowers slip through the cracks, don’t get treated properly and come into NZ carrying pests and diseases. We’ve had several instances of this and the risks to our industry, and to home gardeners, are huge.”
The discovery of a single Queensland fruit fly got major attention a couple of weeks ago. Any pests or diseases on imported flowers would be treated as seriously but I don’t recall any news of one.
He says New Zealanders buy approximately 600,000 rose stems for Valentine’s Day and by far the majority are romantic red.
But Kiwi growers account for only about 300,000 rose stems destined for Valentine’s Day. The balance – another 300,000 stems sold for February 14 – comes into the country from India.
“Import volumes are growing each year because stems are massed produced overseas very cheaply. This is putting our local industry under severe pressure.
“Unfortunately, consumers don’t know that most of the roses they buy are imports. Perhaps if they did they’d ask their florist for NZ-grown stems. They’d certainly last longer and be of better quality when you got them home.” . . .
People base their buying on several factors including cost and quality.
Flower prices soar on Valentine’s Day. Some people might prefer to pay a higher price for local blooms but I suspect many would sacrifice quality and longevity for a lower price.
Competition from overseas will make business more difficult for local growers but gives consumers more choice and lower prices.
That’s what free trade does and as many of the growers will be exporters they can’t argue for any special treatment here without endangering their sales elsewhere.
While on the subject of Valentine’s Day, it’s also my birthday.
On my 40th our accountant had stayed the night and presented me with a gift at breakfast. Minutes later my best friend’s mother arrived out from town with a present.
My farmer muttered that they were showing him up and disappeared into the office.
I learned later he phoned a friend who’s a florist and asked for 40 red roses. She pointed out it was Valentine’s day and they would be very pricey.
He said that didn’t matter. She told him what it would cost, he changed his mind and asked about carnations. They were a similar price so he told her he’d call in later and see what she could come up with.
She came up with a beautiful bunch of mixed blooms, the cost of which remains between them and their country of origin never crossed my mind.
Some relationship advice for Valentine’s Day:
In daily diaries, 48 couples cohabiting in the United States reported whether they told their partner about the most positive and stressful event of their day. Participants reported greater positive affect on days when they told their partner about the most positive event of their day. . . . Participants also reported greater positive affect on days when their partner shared their most positive event.
Positivity is infectious and it can work for single people too.
A friend had been through a particularly difficult patch with a marriage break-up and family deaths.
Another friend suggested that no matter how bad a day she had it would help if, last thing at night, she though of one good thing that had happened in her day.
Her first thought was that there weren’t any bright spots to reflect on in her days but when she was driving home she rounded a corner and saw a flock of lambs gambolling and as close to grinning at the fun of it as lambs can get.
She grinned too, tucked the memory away to bring out last thing that night and has made a habit of making her last thought a reflection on the day’s bright spot ever since.
Enjoy the flowers, chocolates, teddy bears, jewellery, perfume, intimate dinner, picnic or whatever other display of affection someone special wants to shower on you.
I’m not going to rain on anyone else’s romantic parade but nor am I going to buy into the commercial hype that now surrounds Valentine’s Day.
As my farmer keeps reminding me, it’s better to know you’re loved every day than to receive tokens once a year.
It matters not that he does this with more than a little self-interest because Valentine’s Day is also my birthday so he gets out of a double expense.
Love every day is worth celebrating and to be treasured.
He may say – and believe – it’s better to know you’re loved every day than just once a year – but Valentines Day is also my birthday and my farmer gave me a beautiful bunch of flowers.
Over at In A Strange Land, Deborah writes about doing it right.
Busted Blonde’s Rock rocks.
Cactus Kate had computer problems but got flowers from a mystery man.
Andrei makes up for the lack of a duet in my list of top 10 (11) love songs with My Kind of Woman My Kind of Man.
And Quote Unquote has a bitter-sweet Valentine’s Day.
Apropos of Valentines Day my top 10 love songs (in no particular order) are:
* My Love is Like a Red red Rose.
* The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.
* You’ve Got A Friend.
* Bridge Over Troubled Water.
* Killg Me Softly With His Song.
* Your Song.
* Skinny Marinky Dinky Doo.
* All My Loving.
* Love Me Tender
* Love Is All Around.
* I’ll be there.
(Yes I know that’s 11, but you can’t have too much love).
Year by year the commercial hype around Valentine’s Day – and all the other days which have joined the calendar of celebrations – increases.
But it doesn’t have to be that way, you can show the one you love that you love him/her without spending a cent.
My farmer reckons it’s better to know you’re loved every day rather than have a fuss made of you just once a year – although given it’s also my birthday there may be some degree of self interest in his philosophy 🙂
Apropos of the day Quote Unquote displays a fractual Valentine, Monkeywithtypewriter has a history lesson, The Hand Mirror talks about the tempest and the suckiness , Bitsonthe side has uncovered a chocolate shrinkage in sweets and if it’s Cactus Kate you’re trying to impress, don’t do it by text.
Anti-Dismal has found 20 reasons it’s okay to hate Valentines Day and reckons it’s better to just give money. While not averse to receiving money, giving love has greater value at no cost 🙂
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day so this Friday’s poem had to be a love one.
I Love You, by Roy Croft comes from Poems and Readings for Weddings edited by Julie Watson, published by Penguin.
I Love You
I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite hard enough to find.
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple,
Our of the works
Or my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good,
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means
– Roy Croft –
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So here’s the seven random/weird facts:
1. I had a one-way ticket to Britain when my farmer and I met so he flew 12000 miles to propose to me.
2. My longest friendship is older than my memory – which isn’t a sad reflection on the state of my memory, we met when her family moved next door to mine when we were both two.
3. I lived on Great Mercury Island for a year – employed by Michael Fay & David Richwhite, who own the island, to supervise the correspondence school lessons of the farm manager’s three children.
4. I’ve received a card on every Valentine’s Day of my life – not necessarily because it’s Valentine’s Day but because it’s also my birthday.
5. I lived for three months in Vejer de la Frontera.
6. Most people call me Ele which is a contraction of my name – Elspeth, the Scottish form of Elizabeth.
7. We hosted an AFS student from Argentina and his family is now our family.
And an eighth: I never pass on anything resembling a chain letter and as this could be construed as such I’m tagging the following people as a tribute to their blogs but won’t be at all offended if they don’t want to play the game: