Yesterday I gathered the tiniest of flowers.
Germander and daisy, lobelia and catmint, and some pretty pink wildflowers.
All in a tiny hobnail milk glass fan vase.
Flowers for Mary, Mother of God, whose statue has watched over the kitchen sink at our Little Red House since my mother began washing dishes here in 1959.
I can never hope to be the wonderful and generous person that my mother was, but I guess I can carry on a few of her traditions. :)