Apparently I have already written a blog pot with a similar title (I had to add in “white” to this one). I guess I am just not creative enough…
Marco randomly surprised me a few days ago with a bouquet of white roses:
Of course the other surprise is I haven’t managed to kill them yet. (I did manage to kill a different set of Dutch-themed orange roses within 36 hours last year. Sad.)
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Nice surprise. The roses are beautiful.
And they are still not dead!