Allison’s Vase

Early in September each year I begin to waver ~ do I enjoy the flowers on the bushes, or do I cut them, probably for one last time, and put them in a vase to enjoy in an entirely different way? It’s always a struggle, because I know this is the last of the flowers, and they won’t be flowering again until next summer.

Usually, my struggle lasts only seconds as I snip one flower, then more, then all, and before you know it, I have a lovely bouquet. Somehow I tell myself that if I take a picture I get to keep the flowers with me until the next season. And I did that very thing this morning with the last of the summer roses.

The vase, given to me by my daughter, Allison, is one of the prettiest I’ve ever seen, maybe because it’s mine and it came from my daughter, but I do so love the way the light plays around beneath the horses on this vase.  No wonder I always decide to cut the flowers and bring them into the house, or put them in a vase on the patio table. Makes me smile every time I look over at them, savoring summer all over again.

About beeconcise

A Southern writer living in the Pacific Northwest.
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