~The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
– Kahlil Gibran
With it being hunting season, my husband gives me a bouquet every year of a some sort of flowers. It is a peace offering for the time he will spend away from home.
When he had gone to get them, the shop in which he always goes has a new owner. They are from out town, coming here from somewhere in a big city. Our back woods, small town customs were lost on them. The owner stopped my husband and asked why so many men were buying flowers this week. What had they all done that was so naughty? My husband laughed and explained to him that they were all going to camp for the week. The men knew they needed something beautiful to treat their wives so they could return home when the season was finished. Last thing they wanted is to come home and find their belongings in the yard. HAHA!
~The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
– Kahlil Gibran
With it being hunting season, my husband gives me a bouquet every year of a some sort of flowers. It is a peace offering for the time he will spend away from home.
When he had gone to get them, the shop in which he always goes has a new owner. They are from out town, coming here from somewhere in a big city. Our back woods, small town customs were lost on them. The owner stopped my husband and asked why so many men were buying flowers this week. What had they all done that was so naughty? My husband laughed and explained to him that they were all going to camp for the week. The men knew they needed something beautiful to treat their wives so they could return home when the season was finished. Last thing they wanted is to come home and find their belongings in the yard. HAHA!