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To White Roses and the questions they pose

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Close up of my Valentine's rose

These roses came through the doors of my store…the first question was “Who are they for?”  (sorry for rhyming but it’s fun)

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A red marker came with my roses?

Upon closer inspection of the lower section did I spy the reason for the next question. “what is the marker for?”

I missed a question, though I’m not sure when it arose, frankly my thoughts were jumbled I suppose …”if this is for me…from whom could it be?”

“My Queen,” said the card in a pleasing tone. “It’s horrible! Please don’t off with your head. Here’s a marker, so you can paint your roses red.”

No signature needed to know who they are from…they are from my man…the sneaky bum!

*disclaimer: he said he was only giving me a card, so I was quite surprised! My friends have given me flowers in the past, and I wasn’t sure if these were a late congrats on my recent diploma. I only have one boyfriend, and I maintain that one is enough to train… And it seems my training is paying off! 🙂 I’m grateful, and appreciate him. Thanks again honey.

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