My dad's shop shared a wall with a florist. Only, the wall wasn't a solid separation between the two businesses. There was a connection...I can't remember if it was a cased doorway or literally a hole in the wall, but there was access from one space to the other through the back rooms, covered by a curtain. (Oh how the building code guys would have a fit over that these days! heehee! I won't get on my building code soap box. We're having happy memories here). I used to love going to the flower shop's back room! They had fuzzy pipe cleaners in every color a kid could want and they would let me play with them. What fun!
And so, carrying the tradition forward, now I get three roses...one from each of my special guys. And considering that the number three is special to me, it's just perfect!
I'll never be a "dozen roses" kind of girl.
Happy Valentine's Day!!