It's such a pleasure to be able to step outside
and pick a few flowers. A few all I need.
I own (far too) many vases and pitchers and jars,
all lovely flower holders
but I keep going back to the same ones.
This pitcher, from my father's family's
West Virginia farmhouse.
I remember big farm breakfasts there--
maybe it was used to hold milk?
And this cranberry glass vase
was a gift from my father.
I know I've written about both those things before.
I have family on my mind.
The wedding is less than two weeks away.
I wish my father was here for it, and to get to know Alexandra,
he would have loved her.
Visit Small But Charming for more flowers in the house.