Stories from the journey home
Fresh cut flowers that came home with me some weeks ago.
Friends were coming over that afternoon and staying for dinner. The flowers were a treat for them and for me.
Their blooms are long gone now. But they still live on in this photo.
Via the Daily Post Photo Challenge: Temporary
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Lovely image. Cut flowers are such a treat. 🙂
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Thanks Su. That’s exactly what I told my husband!
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Hint, hint 🙂
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If I were rich enough, I’d have fresh flowers all the time. They’re so lovely and lift the spirits. Thanks for lifting mine today.
janet
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Thank you Janet. It was my pleasure. I wish I could have fresh flowers all the time too. It was a lovely treat that day.
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