In my youth in the old country, we had two Rose bushes. They suffered from our benign neglect; yet grew to 3 feet tall, flowered faithfully, albeit sparsely.
My cousin lived with us, and happen to be a not-too-shabby artist. One day, he drew a picture of red roses for me. Beautiful! I took the drawing to school to show it off. My boy-crush noticed it (and me, hehehe) and deliberately sat close by in order to copy the drawing. I was thrilled at his attention and my girl classmates' envious glances affirmed my feelings that there was obviously something between us, he truly liked me, and we had a future together. Happy sigh ...
Nothing came of it, obviously, yet it was a red-letter day. I still smile at the memory. From that moment on, I became convinced that Roses are da bomb. They are the prettiest and most romantic things on God's green earth!
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Rose COLORS
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