Mae and I found these roses yesterday, thrown (in despair? Let's get poetic) under a hedge by the riverside. 8 perfect roses, all closed yesterday, now flourishing in a loving environment.
what the heck?
Mae also found some roses cast aside in a cave at the beach a few months ago.
Either there is a serial rose giver or there's a lot of dramatic people around here. I'd say the latter.
And look at what I made! Inspired by Sharon, these anti-spag bol (that's spaghetti bolonaise to you, mom) covers for the chairs. Not bad. 
5 comments:
ooh, those are lovely chair covers. Maybe some romantic fellow hid the roses under a bush, with the intention of taking his beloved for a stroll, then surprising her with them at the spot where they first kissed. Now he'll be sursprised to find his romantic plans spurned!
I say, Sharon, he bought them at discount on Feb 15th!!!
And we all know where that leads!!
Mom/Joan
hahaha,
no wonder that i can't find where my roses were... ^ O ^
jiun may
Oh Dear! The 15th eh? Being Scotch obviously didn't pay off then except for those who paid less to find them. You don't suppose they were meant for Robert Burns mentioned in the poem 'To a Rose' by Fitz-Greene Halleck?
By the way, Jennifer, I forgot to say the seat covers look really nice!! Ma
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