Isn’t it beautiful?
This darling of a rose has been hanging out on our kitchen table (= my desk) for the last few days, and I just had to show it to you.
Last Friday morning, I slept in. Like, really really late. The kind of late you can only do once in a blue moon. The kind of late that’s so late it shouldn’t even be legal. (I slept until 12:25. In the afternoon. Go ahead, shoot me.)
But anyway, when I walked into the kitchen that
morning afternoon, the rose greeted me. My husband had put it in this empty wine bottle, and it suited it perfectly.
So you probably think this was a Shabbos flower.
Well, it was…but not the typical kind. It was from the local elementary school.
Yup, that’s right. The school had its students distributing roses to the women of the yishuv as a token gift to celebrate the start of spring.
And each one came with an adorable (Hebrew) poem about how they look up to us and hope to have a connection with us.
Hey, anyone who brings me a pink rose is totally invited back for cookies.
Were you hoping for a recipe? Come back tomorrow for the world’s best way to finish off your barley!