Monday, 14 January 2013


In September I received a rather extravagant birthday gift.

Six months of roses.

'To cover most major holidays'.

The giver put my birth date right up there with Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Valentine's Day.

They show up on my doorstep in a long box, expertly wrapped and soaking in that green foam stuff.

It is anyone's guess what day of the month they will be delivered and what color they will be.

The suspense is almost as much fun as the gift!


  1. Wow. What an awesome gift. You deserve roses every day.

  2. What a glorious thing. Seems like a chicken-egg puzzle. It's a holiday because you received a beautiful bouquet--not the other way around. However, your joie de vivre makes everyday a holiday.