When we arrived home (thanks to a little help from a 'love angel') he walked into our home to be greeted by strains of Norah Jones' voice, a vase filled with a dozen red roses, a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket, smoking incense, 40 burning candles, and a crock pot with a nice beef roast smothered in potatoes, onions, and carrots.
We decided to take some photos of his roses...
Peace and love to all who read....