One of the Arctostaphylos in my hell strip has decided to grow sideways instead of remaining upright. This wouldn't be a huge issue except that it's decided to throw branches out into the street. Usually I cut this back after it blooms but today I decided to cut a few blooms for a tiny vase.
I've never used these as a cut flower before so we'll see how long they last inside. They got placed inside a little silver colored metal container that looks a bit like a miniature version of the wicker baskets once used for wedding flowers when I was a boy back in the Victorian era.
I picked this pink glass shell, a gift from an old friend many years ago, to go with the blooms mostly because of the color but we can pretend it's because winter blooms are, like pearls, an unusual and delightful surprise.
A few more blooms for fun.
This pink shell flower that Tom brought back from Mexico was sitting nearby and balanced things out.
Let's just say that this Arctostaphylos is one of the coastal varieties and say this is about land meeting sea or maybe it's about the blending of youth and age - new flowers, old vase, treasures accumulated along the way. Maybe, in a hurry, nearby pink things were thrown together.
What's in a vase at your house today? (At my place it's usually mostly dust.)