I went to dinner last Friday night with “the gang.” Karen’s husband, John, brought roses for all the girls. Beautiful and they smelled so good! As I was leaving the restaurant, I started thinking about what I would do with this rose — my cats will tear it apart, spill the water and then the dogs will eat the pieces — and someone will likely throw up rose parts (of course).
One I got home, I trimmed the stem down to better fit the height of the sturdiest vase. Then, a brainfart! Unconventional, but an idea none the less. I will put my rose in the refrigerator!
And so there it is… on the top shelf of the fridge where I can enjoy it each time I open the door. And each time, it is a surprise because out of sight really is out of mind.
Bet mine lasted longer than anyone else’s.
Happy Valentine’s Day, all.