The blue roses come from something my father used to do with my mom. There was some old silent black and white really bad italian thief of bagdad movie. In the movie the female lead gets deathly ill and the only way she can be saved is if the arabian prince goes into the depths of hell literally in order to get a single blue rose to save her. In the story he gets there and all the roses are dead. There is only a white flower. He goes back defeated and distraught, kneels by her side and says "if you love me pretend that this rose is blue" and the rose turns blue, and heals her, and they live happily ever after.
To me that is the ultimate in happy, sappy, romance. I unfortunatly like it that way though. So unable to bring blue roses to my mothers grave this year. Quill knowing i am upset about that, brought me these. He's a good imaginary dragon.
P.S. He came out slightly cross-eyed!
