A rose planted last winter. There was always a small one leaning against the fence. I don't know when the flower buds will emerge. It may be after a rain, or it may be missed every day.
Seeing its blooming appearance in the morning, I was just silly there.
Before, I complained that it was too quiet, watered and fertilized the soil diligently, but it kept its original appearance.
After the beginning of spring, there is almost no change except that the body grows slightly taller and the leaves turn greener.
At the beginning, every time I passed by it, I would bend down and patiently search for traces of flower buds among the dense branches and leaves. After repeated disappointments, I was too lazy to even look around.
Then, waiting really anxiously, I went to the flower market and bought roses that had already bloomed and put them on the window sill, chatting to comfort the boredom of waiting.
Therefore, such a sudden bloom is really surprising.
The flower is not big, but small, half-covered in the middle of the flower branch, protruding half of the face.
New and tender purple-pink, with some hesitation.
Unable to move away and not knowing what to do, he just stared blankly at it.
It seems that there should be something to say, what should I say? Hello? Thanks for your hard work? Nice to meet you.
Then I saw more flower buds. How did I ignore them again and again? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com