In a Vase on Monday: Loose Women

When I see the gorgeous blooms of ‘The Poet’s Wife’ every time I look out of the windows at the back of the house how could I not resist picking some of them to share with you at closer quarters?

I have said it before and will no doubt say it over and over again that any rose which produces such beautiful blooms at the end of November must surely be a winner – and the buds are beautiful too, yellow suffused with pink. Having found another perfect bloom, this time of ‘Madame Alfred Carrière’, lying on the ground after one of the recent windy spells I looked up and saw there were several others above my head still attached to the plant – so she has joined Mrs Poet in today’s vase, making a group of loose women if ever there was one.

I have never seen the television programme ‘Loose Women’ so I haven’t a clue what antics they get up to, but I am sure it will involve shoes in some way or other – and hence the props, a collection of little plastic shoes (Sindy’s?) which are just the quirky sort of thing which appeals to me and which sit on one of my shelves along with other miniatures. Props are not obligatory for a Monday vase but it adds to the challenge and for me they tie neatly in with the blooms and the title in a most satisfactory way 🙂 The vase is a glazed Bretby vase which in hindsight was possibly a little over-large for the contents, which also included some twisted hazel recycled from a previous vase and a few fragments of fern. What will you find in your garden or forage near you (as I did last week) to pop in a vase or other receptacle today? Please share it with us by leaving links to and from this post as usual.

Thank you for all your kind comments about my Mum’s birthday last week – I am pleased to say she read the post without any prompting from myself and was most touched to read them and would like to express her own thanks too. By the way, I brought my illicitly foraged snippings home with me last Monday and was pleased to see that whilst the other contents had gone to their withered death the jasmine was beginning to open up after several days in a little vase and now sits in front of the mirror in the bathroom.