A continuation of yesterday's theme - these are certainly flowers that I couldn't have with the cats in the house, sitting on top of one of Gloria Montoya's lovely weavings (and then I moved it back, onto a little mat on top of the wooden bookcase).
But these are also to celebrate my terrific student Victoria Kornick's qualifying exams: she's a non-fiction creative writer and also a critical writer on nineteenth and early twentieth century cultivated plants. The final chapter of her eventual dissertation will be on Woolf, and Mrs Dalloway in particular, and the commercial flower trade. It seemed appropriate to wave these at these at the Zoom screen at the end of the very successful exam - but I was truly glad to learn that there were real, live, three-dimensional flowers waiting for her at home.
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