Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Yesterday, I thought - serving up a plate of dinner to Alice - I thought that it looked too pallid (tasty though it was) so I rescued a pansy flower from the plants that have been brought in from the cold, and are in the front porch - and adorned the meal, together with a sprig of rosemary. The pansy seemed too pretty and fragile to jettison as mere garnish, and wasn't eaten - so we preserved her in a wine glass, peering - just like any flower in a small vase - over the rim.
Only this morning ... the pansy was blurry and half-drowned; the water level down and the table puddled . How LucyFur - for she had a very innocent look to her - managed to get her paws in there without knocking over the vase, I can't begin to imagine.