often a small one arrives at the door, panting breathlessly from running about, grinning widely and thrusting a small and grubby hand filled with colour toward me
sometimes the small, colourful treasure arrives minus any stems and I feel sad that it's not so easy to put them into even a tiny vase
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| mutabilis rose and quince blossom |
this day I looked down in front of me at the kitchen bench and instantly saw a solution in the form of two recently-evacuated pale blue-green eggshells...and I beamed...!
I love the fragile nature of both items...I nearly posted this over here...
Do you receive treasures minus their stems, too?
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