In answer to the second question,
@jamerussell,
@ladiesofhive
How nice, it is to receive flowers, and what a joy they give me... although J.R. rarely gives me flowers... although I really like flowers of all kinds, the first time He gave them to me, I told him that flowers are perishable, and are not signs of our eternal love, after that comment, he never gave me flowers anymore.
At home, I buy the flowers myself, he helps me grow them when I buy to transplant them in our garden, or I order them from the florist when there is an occasion for both of us with friends, family, or social event, after work.
I made it a habit for my children to bring flowers to their girlfriends and boyfriends because I know that I am different in this preference.
When my children were born (no conditions), for us our preference, I told J.R., that he wouldn't send me bouquets of flowers, to go to the jewelry store and choose what within his reach (budget) would remind us of their birth, forever. They are flowers embedded in the heart...my family.
I am a gardener and an alchemist, everything adds up in that internal process that allows me to flourish, wherever life has taken me.
My collaborators, friends and close affections have always spoiled me a lot with flowers and fruits, chocolates....and even with paintings (works of art), tickets to musical events, sports, clothes smaller than me.... heh, heh, anything then, out of gratitude, maybe. I never thought that they were inconvenient, the mere fact of them bringing the presents, that they do it thinking of me, is enough.
I let my flower talk about the seed...
These Daisies, that I'm sharing with you today, are a photo from the trunk of my memories. They are mauve daisies, I've never seen them in that color before... Aren't they gorgeous? What a surprise, from nature..., I gave them to me this year, that Mother's Day, in the month of May, the envelope is beautiful and the letter super beauty, I wrote it myself, lol, to place it in my living room, but I miss a big dedication so cuddly that it impales more than the accompanying chocolate and that we all hug together like in the past... when my children lived in my house.
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Where will the rose prefer to be, in the rose bush exposed to the inclemency of a downpour or a gale that shakes and strips it of leaves until it turns into nothing, or cut and kept on my table living with me their days, I enjoy seeing it, with my friends at this family table.
Well, they are (roses) staged for this lunch, which I prepared for some friends, there was coffee, gin, beer, whiskey, Iberian ham and my total success, with the apple sponge cake and cream. As I am naughty, I put malice to the dessert so that everyone gets fat with me, haha I cover with apple passed by cinnamon, sprinkled a lot of ground almonds, walnuts and split hazelnuts that give it a crispy touch.
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