Words, Floral Design and Photography by Ashley Bailey
I imagine myself sitting atop a snow covered mountain, where all I see for miles is a winter white wonderland of snow and spray roses. Shivering in my mink trying not to notice the bitter cold-and then he arrives, Brad, with a bowl full of cherries, a bottle of whiskey and a blood red ranunculus tucked into his lapel. And just like that my own little romance novel starts to unfold.
