This morning on my run I ran past a restaurant and spotted this rose in the grass. The blossom still had beauty to it, so I decided to snap a couple photos. The story behind this flower makes me curious. The rose is white, so does that mean a friend gave this rose to someone else and the other person did not want to just be friends? Or could it have been just the table decoration that someone snunk out of the restaurant? I do not know the answer; this rose will just keep its secret, but it brightened my morning by how it had a crinkled edge and just made my morning more beautiful.
Have a great week! 🌹 🌹