The first year we were married we didn’t have much to go around. My husband was a salesman selling knives. As part of his demo, he used to cut around the rim of a penny with his scissors and it ended up looking a bit like a corkscrew. Well at Valentine’s Day he surprised me with a dozen penny “roses” that he had cut with his scissors and stood up in a row like a little garden. That meant more to me than any amount of real roses he had ever given me.