Christmas flowers and greenery from the Consoliver 5. The smell of the greens was wonderful. We laughed, because when the florist came, he rang the doorbell, and we were slow coming to answer the doorbell. When Ron got there, the florist was walking through the front door, because he didn't want to leave the bouquet on the porch to freeze. More than once, we have come home to find something from the florist on the kitchen counter. We hate to think of our small town growing so big that we can't leave the door unlocked at times, or that the florist wouldn't feel comfortable doing that service.
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