tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085354065266323033.post2178771442835525218..comments2023-09-16T07:29:44.901-05:00Comments on The Stone House Scribblings: Winter Blues and ThankyousArlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06271437379396526716noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085354065266323033.post-59432118599709474292016-02-16T14:43:49.834-06:002016-02-16T14:43:49.834-06:00I don't like 12 red roses. To me they mean &q...I don't like 12 red roses. To me they mean "I am sorry I was not faithful" and I know this is not true. Or like one woman said, "And now you come home drunk!".. If ever I were given 12 red roses, I will put them into 3-5 arrangements and make the beauty shine out of them in different rooms. To much of one thing in too small of area in 12 red roses!. Grandma Ruth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085354065266323033.post-1423482424113414392016-02-16T12:13:35.405-06:002016-02-16T12:13:35.405-06:00Thanks for that encouragement. I hope to, yes. Thanks for that encouragement. I hope to, yes. Arlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06271437379396526716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085354065266323033.post-11651499008886730142016-02-16T08:47:56.745-06:002016-02-16T08:47:56.745-06:00Beautifully written. I hope you are collecting th...Beautifully written. I hope you are collecting these reflections to be published in a book someday. God has blessed you with a talent for gently reminding readers of His truths while reflecting His love.Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01928066388810835369noreply@blogger.com