As I snipped these two pale pink roses this morning, wishing the "necks" of this rose breed were a little stronger, I remembered how delighted my mother would be with the occasional "too short" stem when she cut roses from the yard.
Lolo thought it was quite elegant to float a rose in a glass bowl - often a crystal ashtray or (more often) a custard dish. Many years later, when I was dealing antiques and collectibles in NC, I often found pretty cut glass rose bowls in glassware lots at the antique auctions. I'd never known that real bowls, designated purely as rose bowls, existed.
There are no pretty designated rose bowls in my glassware collection - yet somehow this worn custard cup, on a table next to my unpolished silver tray, seemed fitting.
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