Our front yard will never win any awards but I tell you what, our roses bloom perfectly every year.
I used to think roses were lame because my middle name is Rose. I love my middle name (from my grandmother, Rosemary) - don't get me wrong. I just used to think "Oh gosh, everyone is going to think I love roses since my name is rose and people are probably going to buy me roses ALL the time that is SO annoying!"
I told that to someone once and he said, "Well, I guess the person that really knows you will buy you daisies."
You want to know what? Turns out I was pretty full of myself. I don't know if I've received a rose or a daisy since high school. I mean, the last time I got roses I was so embarrassed and annoyed that I let them sit in my trunk for months - literally. And did you know that eventually roses can smell BAD? My tunk smelled like junk. There was junk in my trunk.
I think I've grown up a little since then. I'm not asking anyone to buy me roses, I'm just saying, if anyone did...maybe I'd at least have the courage to leave them in the front seat.
Thursday, April 8
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