Beautiful Stolen Goods
When my children walked into the house quickly and stealth-like, emerging from the craft room with two pairs of safety scissors, I should have paused to check out what was up. Alas, I was emmersed in my baked ravioli recipe and only slightly considered investigating.
About 10 minutes and a butchered rosebush later, I had a beautiful centerpiece for my table. (the nieghbor that lost her roses still has a full bush left, actually, I went to be sure).
After the initial lecture about taking other peoples flowers from their gardens, and then another lesson about trimming rose bushes properly and leaving some stem to drink water from... I floated them in some crystal bowls and got a bit teary-eyed at the fact that was the first time anyone brought me roses since my divorce.
Sweet babies.
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