Paris Color: Petal Pink
This morning, I mourn my lilies. Three days ago they were tall, proud, perky yellow beauties. And then there was the rain. Now, they're little more than limp, brown compost. So I'm cheering myself up with some flowers. The pink rose was tied to a tree with twine. I bet there's a great story behind it that has something to do with a secret admirer or a missed connection.