A new ritual has taken me by surprise. I'm actually refreshing up to seven and eight small vases of roses, for the house, on a regular basis.
About three mornings a week, water-filled vases wait for roses.
The little zinc bucket after a walk around the garden.
Rosy vases, with a last minute purple addition, ready to be placed.
I can't seem to change this combination on the library table. I like how the light reflects through the length of glass, and how roses seem to enjoy laying in the antique Chinese bowl. 'Radox Bouquet' in the vase 'Bonica' in the bowl.
China rose, 'Pearl in Red Dragon's Mouth', in a new find that looks good with the swirly-glass story.
'Mme Antoine Rebe', a Tea rose with a garden book backdrop, in a $3 vase from Pier One.
Before we had our new home addition, a single rose ('Yves Piaget' here) on our dining table was about it. Life was crowded then. The dining table was in the living room, and the gazillion roses in residence outside a big window seemed to be ample decor. We don't eat here anymore. Minus a few leaves, the table still gets a rose. The other rooms, principally the library (family room) seem to crave roses. I'm happy to oblige.
Since I'm in my new office so many hours a day, sitting with this view in front of me, fresh roses are a joyful "must."
