Yesterday,I came home to find a pretty little teapot sitting on my coffee table with pretty miniature roses and carnations and zinnias and other flowers I did not recognize from a dear friend who was out of town and did not want to miss my birthday. The picture will not indicate that the flowers are miniature but you need to know that the teapot is smaller than a normal coffee cup.
My daughter was at the house at
the time and so she signed for them and put them on the table. She later
asked if I thought they were from her Dad. I told her no, it never
crossed my mind. Not that he hasn't sent me flowers in the past, but he
would never in a million, zillion years have chosen such a feminine
sweet bouquet such as this one.