When I saw Franco Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet, I knew I was doomed to have all boys forever take a way back seat to actor Len Whiting.  That was quite awhile ago…okay, a really long while ago…but some things don’t change:  we woman find it really easy to bemoan how clueless most men are when it comes to romance.  So after stepping in to help out with floral design [a former vocation of mine] at a local shop for Valentine’s week, this hopeless romantic thought it only fair to give some modern day Romeos their due. Check out…      

    *the boyfriend of the high school girl, both employees of the shop, who [secretly] ordered one dozen roses arranged, 4 white, 4 pink and 4 red 

    *the husband who opted for a miniature climbing red rose plant because his wife has a “garden window” he wanted her to enjoy  

    *the crunchy granola fellow who knew it had to be only one kind of flower, and chose a big bouquet bunch of white daisy mums for his lady love

    *the amazing husband who not only knew what his wife wouldn’t want—roses or carnations—but what she would want – iris, snapdragons, lilies, spider mums           

    *the U R A Cutie who chose for his valentine a pink and red and yellow flower and balloon arrangement in a vase filled with conversation hearts

    *the young construction man who had pink tulips wrapped for his wife because he knew she’d want to spend the bigger bucks on something they needed for the house

    *and my own husband who, surprised me with a dozen sweetly fragrant long stem roses, 6 white and 6 dusty mauve because, despite the precedent Robert Burns set in the 1700s when he wrote “my luve is like a red, red rose,” my husband knows his own wife prefers any rose color over red.