Yesterday my husband brought me some of the wild roses that grow on the banks along our country road. “And I took the thorns off for you,” he said, returning the smile I gave him as I admired their delicate pink hue. He’s done this in the past, presented me with some of the pretty gifts that Mother Nature bestows upon us in the spring. When the honeysuckle blooms, I am sure to find some waiting for me, that intoxicating sweet scent I so adore delighting my nose.
Those small moments, the little gestures over the years mean so much to me. I thought of Thornton and the yellow flower he brought back with him from Helstone, the flower he sweetly and shyly presented to Margaret.
I suspect JT is the sort of man who would remove the thorns, too.
Your husband is so sweet!! Lucky, Ducky
He is very, very sweet. A really thoughtful man, a true gentleman. I see in him a lot of the same qualities I admire in Richard.
Cheers for your lovely, romantic, thoughtful, loving husband! What a gem…
Yep, he’s definitely a keeper, alright.
He loves you Angie!:)
Those little gestures are more important- first spring flowers, first ripe cherries,first sweet tomatos.:)
Yes, little things surely mean a lot.
Angie, how’s your cloning project coming along?
what?..cloning project?…and maybe..by any chance Benny will be involved in this project?:D
HURRAY!!!
I’m still working on it. He’s been gone so much lately with the arts council production it’s slowed up my work.
I am very happy that you found your John Thornton!!!!
Thanks. Me, too. And I found him in my homeroom class.
Although personality-wise, he’s more of a Harry Kennedy.