Last Friday, I bought some on the way home from work and then realized that I would be gone most of Saturday and all of Sunday so I would not get to enjoy them in their peak. I just put them in a half gallon Ball jar quickly after deciding these roses would be dried so I could enjoy them for much longer.
But they looked a little lonely.
Ah, that's more like it. Croissants on a pedestal and a white pumpkin.
Some of my favorite things.
Even a single rose, ahhhh!
Can't you just smell them -- so sweet!
Just a few days later, they are all dried and still lovely!
A little moonlight, roses and music.
Romantic music. This is a music magazine from 1943 called The Prelude.
Can you read the title? Romance From Les Preludes.
Relax.
Take time to smell the roses!
Have a wonderful day!
xoxoXOXOxoxo
Lois
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Feathered Nest Friday at French Country Cottage
