Roses

Last week I did a day of volunteer work with Max’s co-op.  I was folding tables and chairs, while someone else was clearing out the church’s refrigerator.  She was about to toss out multiple bouquets of roses and asked me if I wanted to take some home.  I didn’t ask why they were being tossed.  Why ask, when you’re offered roses, right?  I chose the white ones, and nearly a week later, they still look beautiful on the entry table.


Notice how someone always has to quietly get into the picture.

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