Miserable spring/winter storm in western Canada...ventured out to the grocer.This is what happened...I swear ;)
I almost bought some lemony yellow roses.
My favorite.
... But as I hovered hesitant,
I'm sure I heard them whisper~
You can have us anytime.
Why not select a newbie to herald the genesis of spring.
That sultry hyacinth lounging is her robe of purple, or
perky tulips in their long legged green-ness, topped in vivid hues.
Perhaps that youthful gardenia entwined in a blingy thing.
Giving the roses a knowing nod, I reached in and captured the pussy willows
and clutched them to the till.
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