Mom picked the last rose of the season yesterday. It’s up on the mantle, but I can smell it from here.
I want to eat it.
Sometimes mom picks it up and buries her nose in it, then she holds it down for me. I know she just wants me to sniff it, and I try really hard to be good, but I like to get in a little lick if I can. Mom’s smart, she knows that after the second lick comes the chomp. So she only lets me get in one.
I bet it’s really super tasty.
