My work roommate became ill this year. While she is certainly on the mend, to say it was an easy time would be an understatement.
To thank her cohort for their support, she crafted a vase for each of us. Mine sits on my front entry table, which is slowly being refined into the common-area family altar space.
After Witchlette’s dance recital, we got some roses and they have been sitting nicely for a little over a week. Just a few days ago, they started the really show signs of wilting.
The kids realized something beautiful happened to the felled petals when they were put in the stream of the oil diffuser.
Needless to say, felled rose petals became plucked rose petals and before I knew it, there were no more rose petals.
The Littles had a surprise for me waiting in my bedroom.
They used the rose petals, along with a few silk petals, to decorate my Frigg totem “because Allmother likes pretty things.”
I am so beyond blessed.