Taxes, Roses, and Strawberry Cake

It was late afternoon. I was frustrated beyond measure with trying to make sense of my income tax documents. And getting hungry. A neighbor, with perfect timing, knocked on my back door, bearing these wonderful Valentine's Day presents. And the roses are still fresh today, plus there's at least one serving of the cake left, too.







My companionable old cat just had to nibble a rose leaf. But she didn't care for the cake.