With each passing day, the little pink bud grew plumper and plumper, ignoring the rain and cold and frost that shriveled less committed buds. Patience was key, the plump little pink bud knew. One day, spring would arrive, and the little pink bud would be there to greet it. Exploding, as he planned to do, into a giant pink and smelly blossom. :)
5 comments:
That's an awful lot of pink going on there. I think it may explode into a bouquet and not just one bud. Wally & B
Love and hugs to that little pink bud!
Um, did you toot?
I think something already exploded in there.
hee heck I think u might b right miss marene n penny and Marley and Wally n b. and thank u miss Jane :)
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