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Love in a jam jar

Updated: May 9, 2020

I don’t like to be given cut flowers, I never have, I always say to my people, if you want to buy me flowers buy me a plant, preferably one I can eat. Well, I cant eat this one, but for Valentines Day this year my husband, Mr T, bought me a sweet little carpet rose, the same colour as the one he bought me for our first Valentines Day, a billion years ago (which I killed, well, I was very young at the time).

As you can see, it is an enthusiastic bloomer, this is its second flush since February, and that is Mr T’s self portrait sitting in front of it, the tool man, since that is what he is. When the first flush of flowers began to fade I had to dead head it, but I couldn’t bear to throw the fading blooms away.

So I collected them and dried them on the Cookie House window sill, when they were quite dry and crunchy I packed them into a jam jar with a little packet of desiccant to absorb any moisture left in them. Now they sit on my windowsill in my work space and they make me smile every time I look at them.

Love in a Jam Jar.


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