I was going to pick up a friend of mine this morning, but she never called. So I'll be assuming it all went well enough that she'd rather stay and hope for the best! I tended to my garden this morning, a garden of frosting and ganache. My sister was very upset last night, so I literally wanted her to "smell the roses."
The power of flowers is amazing, there are many wonders a single rose can accomplish. In fact a single rose is what I used to call my single friends; all of them marvelous women deserving of affection. All of them different, but nonetheless, when together, they made a lovely bouquet of choices. It's not so bad to be a rose, I'd say we're quite good company.
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