In March I bought a pretty bouquet of peach roses that bloomed beautifully. I was so happy with them, and they still make me happy with their pretty pictures. As any longtime reader of this blog knows, I'm always sentimental about a bouquet of roses that blooms well.
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Dark and light
Ohhh, the puffiness!
And then there was one (a couple of weeks later).
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At the end of the month I got a simple and pretty bouquet of light pink carnations for another little pick-me-up.