Today has been a day to stop and smell the roses. Literally.
I planted her while I was pregnant with Ellie, and every year, she rewards me: blooming through drought, never asking for fertilizer, and always generous with her beautiful flowers. I love her, and couldn't resist taking a picture of yarn (ok, not just yarn, cashmere sock yarn) tucked into her leaves.
After I stopped to smell Souvenir, I stopped again on the way into the house — there was an envelope from my friend Angie. She e-mailed earlier this week to say she had sent me a little envelope to thank me for a wee piece of silk I had popped in the mail to her. Look at this! Her "little envelope" turned out to be a world of art, itself.