Seven Sisters, at least I think that's what these roses are called, their glory lasts about one week, but what a week.
The left vase was a gift from my sister when she was visiting, must be nine years ago, and we all went to Niagara Falls. It came from a glass factory on the Canadian side of the falls. I've always loved it.
The vase on the right was Bo's mum's. I think it's what they call depression glass. When I use it I think about her, although I've never met her, and she died when Bo was four.
View of the roses from my dining room window.