In the very practical country and times in which I grew up in New Zealand, Valentine’s Day was not celebrated. So, when my husband and I moved to the US I was confused about the customs surrounding the celebration. The first year we lived in the country, Bruce arrived home with some long-stemmed red roses on the 14th of February. Since I did not own a vase that would accommodate them I did the eminently sensible thing, cut off the stems and floated the heads in a bowl.