Behold the Rose

I was taking a walk around the outside of the house with my youngest and my man, and we stopped at the front yard to admire all the new roses that were in bloom. There are so many wonderful colors, from a very pale purple to a vibrant yellow. They make me smile each time we see them. My boyfriend went up to pick one for me as my daughter said “Why does he ALWAYS pick a rose?”

Just then a lovely senior lady was out on her morning walk and as she approached us she said in the most lovely accent that I would guess wrong to be Scandinavian “Beeka Heesaromantich”. I raised my eyebrows delighted by the tone in her voice and smiled wide as I cocked my head and said “Beg pardon?” And she repeated a little slower for me “Because he’s a romantic.” and she returned my smile. I turned to catch her walking away as it finally registared in my brain … and shouted back to her … “Ahhh, yes he is! Yes he IS indeed!!!”