My father had such. Every Mother’s Birthday, the whole entrance over us was rusting as he pulled the roses. Mom loves chrysanthemums, everyone knows that my mom loves them, and who did not say that my mom loves chrysanthemums... And my mom was born in early September, when these chrysanthemums each grandmother has almost three pennies (school lines have already passed, and the flowers are still blooming), say, don’t shock demonstrably with the thickness of the wallet, throwing money on the empty breathing almost on the second day of the dull roses.
In general, a man who measures a gift expensive, in life nobody will make a normal delightful gift :( All love and dragons!