
Blue is always my favorite color for flowers, and roses are my favorite flowers. But the trouble is that there are few, if any, true blue roses. The rose shown above, Blue Moon, is one of the bluest varieties. In the lore of flowers, blue is usually associated with the unattainable or the impossible. Perhaps this is also the genesis of that old expression “once in a blue moon …”
And maybe even that old standard by Rodgers and Hart ...
Blue moon
you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for ….

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked to the Moon it turned to gold
Blue Moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own