Trading Silence for Roses

Fragrances of roses wafted throughout the garden No idea why I had been invited, but I cherished this scent Others milled around in fancy frocks and expensive suits My dress was a plain blue with tiny yellow daisies “I hear you traded silence for roses,” someone said. Thought he was talking to me. Turned to answer. Found myself facing two gorgeous apricot rose bushes. Knew I would have to speak eventually, but not yet. Did not recognize the rest of the staff, as I was new. School had not started yet; we were at an ice breaker. Was going to ditch this activity but my mother talked me into it. She loved roses and asked me to take pictures. I pulled out my camera and began to get some close ups. Pink, peach, red, yellow and white blooms posed innocently. “I hear you traded silence for roses,” the same voice said. I turned and faced the speaker. a handsome young lad. “I guess we both did,” I replied. He had a nice smile, beautiful light blue eyes. “I am glad I am here,” he told me. “I do adore roses.” He made many points in my mother’s book for this.