MORE BOUQUETS

A cheery little welcome at the front steps.













A perky little bouquet on the front porch.


















Some ivy in a carafe that Carolyn insissted that I bring home from our dinner Friday evening at Rigazzi's. (so nice that it fits in so well with the colors in the kitchen.)


TFT: "The purple fringe of the thistle bloosom
Fades into feathery white;
There is only a leaf on the river's bosom
Where I saw a lily last night;
O August days with your dreamy haze,
How fleet ye are--and how bright."
Ada L. Sutton