bowl on a golden afternoon

I don't know the origins of this bowl.  That is, it came from 20 Hillside, and it's been in the family as long as I have, which means probably longer - but did my parents find it in a junk shop, or did it migrate south from Yorkshire at some point?  It looks late Victorian or Edwardian, but I can't be more precise about it than that.  Only I know that every winter, it was one of the receptacles that was planted with hyacinth bulbs.

The university felt like a sunny place this afternoon: the administration Did The Right Thing, and rejected the bribe of federal funding dangled in front of us in exchange for giving up all kinds of autonomy and becoming a right-wing regime puppet.  Obviously I couldn't see anyone in their right mind signing this Compact, but I don't always trust the university's mind to be right, at all.  But we prevailed, and so I happily sat here doing admin on one half of the screen and watching the Dodgers win on the other.