When I was little my Papa grew the most beautiful roses. Whenever I would visit, he would let me pick out a few just for me. He would cut them very carefully with his pocketknife and trim off the thorns so I wouldn't get poked. When I see simple pink and red roses I still think of him. Now, I know roses are predictable for Valentine's Day, but I will always love them! The weekend will be filled with soccer and basketball and cheerleading, so my sweetie brought home roses today. I just had to take some photos! I'm always amazed at how perfectly the layers and layers of petals overlap and these smell divine. Happy Valentine's Day!
