Flowers are the BEST way thank a host

Paige and her family joined us last night for dinner and family home evening and to celebrate Paige's 29th birthday. We had chicken fajitas and Streusel Berry Tart and her sweet kids, Avery and Tyson, and darling husband, Brent were all delightful guests. Paige brought me roses! Aren't they pretty? I love these. The vase was from Mandi way back when she lived here.

On Thanksgiving, Michele brought me this lovely bouquet and it still looks nice, five days after she brought them. We had an awesome Turkey Day with her family and my niece, Aubrey, and Kelly's cousin, James, and Michele's family. I posted pictures on Facebook--which takes less time than blogger, but haven't added any to my blog yet.

One of the best things I loved about living in The Netherlands is this lovely tradition of bringing your guests a bouquet of flowers when you showed up at their homes. My awesome friends sure do know how much I love flowers and the Dutch sentiment. Thank you so much!

Comments

Bobbi said…

Fresh flowers was a tradition in Germany, too, and quite inexpensive. I do love having flowers in my home.

December 09, 2008 12:11 PM

Callisto said…

Those are beautiful flowers. It's kind of interesting, because here I can get tropical flowers for really cheap, but the "normal" type flowers like daisies are the pricey ones. Funny, huh?

December 09, 2008 7:42 PM

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