Beautiful Stolen Goods

When my children first walked into the house quickly and stealth-like, and then emerged from the craft room with two pairs of safety scissors, I should have paused to find out what was up. Alas, I was immersed in my baked ravioli recipe and only mildly considered investigating.

Ten minutes and one butchered rosebush later, I had a beautiful centerpiece for my table. (The neighbor who lost her roses still had a full bush left, thank goodness. I checked to be sure.)

After the initial lecture about taking other peoples flowers from their gardens, and then another lesson about trimming roses properly and leaving them some stem to drink water from… I floated my beautiful stolen blooms in some crystal bowls and got a bit teary-eyed at the fact that this was the first time since my divorce that anyone had brought me roses.

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