When I was a kid, my mom made a flower salad with white grape tomatoes and violet flowers.
She said the tomatoes were so good, she made them into a flower mound, then baked them in a cake with white grapes.
We had to wash them after they were baked, because they looked like they were dying.
We washed them in the sun every day, which made them last longer than usual.
She even made a purple one and put it in a bowl.
The purple one is so purple, she said.
But I had to get her to make another one, so she made one purple, too.
Now, the purple one has a little pink thing in it, and I have to wash it again every morning to get rid of the pink.
I remember going through my garden and I had a big pot of purple, purple roses and purple rose petals.
My mom said she liked purple roses.
She liked pink roses.
I thought that was beautiful.
When we went to college, we were on campus, and my sister had an antique store in town.
My mom bought purple roses for the house and gave them to me.
She bought them for me because I had them on my bedroom wall, and she loved purple roses more than pink roses, and that’s how we got my name.
I have purple flowers in my room.
They have purple stems and purple flowers, and purple roses are really pretty, too, and they’re really soft and they smell really good.
So I love purple, but my mom makes purple roses that are really pink, and sometimes she’ll put purple flowers on the ground that look like they’re going to fall apart and die.
And that’s what she does.
She has them in my garden, but sometimes she has to do it in the kitchen and I can’t get it out, because she puts purple roses on the floor.
But the purple flowers that I grow in my house are just purple roses, just pink roses in a purple bowl.
And she makes purple flowers all the time, too — purple roses in pink pots.
I’ve got purple flowers growing all over my house, in every pot.
I get to pick what color they are, and then I make them.
I make a lot of purple roses at home.
They’re so beautiful.
I love them, too; they’re my favorite flowers.
You know, I love my mom’s purple roses — they’re pink, purple, and pink, too!