An empty vase

White birds perch on the entry table. My mom crocheted the doily when we kids were small, 50 or 60 years ago.

I set the empty vase inside a simple wreath. That's enough for now.

From bland to grand

There are hollyhocks. The hedges are changing color. On the ground, the maples are glowing. And this exuberant hydrangea makes me smile. Rea...