My wife needs roses. Or she deserves roses. Or whatever.
While I was out enjoying this great afternoon weather I found a deal on a rose plant. So what the heck, my wife is worth it. The clerk looked at me funny, but I knew I could get it home on the valk.
This plant was plastic wrapped around roots (moist but not damp). The plant was barely some stick sticking up above the plastic wrap. Not a big deal. I don't know what the clerk was so worried about.
