Lovely ...

Much to the consternation of some, Mom has an impressive streak to her name: If she's at an event – banquet, wedding, what have you – and there's a centerpiece to be won, she wins it.

Which happened again yesterday. So she shared it with me. It was a grey, damp, drizzly day. My doorbell rang. And when I opened the door, I saw these:

I had just thrown out my listless alstroemeria. Perfect timing! Thanks, Mom!