Some Girls Get Roses…

But what use of cut flowers do I have? None. I don’t care for cut roses. To me, it seems silly for one to pledge their undying love to another with flowers that are dying. Thankfully, my husband of twenty-one years knows this well and knows me well. Instead he bought me something that makes me truly happy. More than happy, I’m ecstatic! So while some girls are getting roses and chocolates, I got this!


Yes, that is what you think it is. A load of grass hay, stacked up. One of the most beautiful sights in the world to me. Still to be unloaded is bags of oats, alfalfa pellets, black oil sunflower seeds, and a new water tub. Still to come next Saturday are the gems at the center of my bouquet,



And River (can you tell I’m a Firefly fan?)


And yes I know, I am a lucky woman. Lucky to have a man who knows my heart so well. Because true love isn’t always displayed as chocolates (although River is chocolate colored), useless stuffed animals and balloons, and dozens of cut flowers. True love is a man knowing and loving his wife well enough to know she isn’t a cut flowers kind of woman.

Happy Valentines, my wonderful husband. I couldn’t ask for a better man.


6 thoughts on “Some Girls Get Roses…

  1. I still remember the smell of fresh stacked hay from when I owned a horse. I love that smell. Nothing warms the heart like a barn and a man who understands your love of it. You are a lucky lady. Those goat are adorable!!


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