A little pottery jar I bought for my mother years ago, sometime in the early 1970s. I wish I knew who made it. I bought it at The Craftsman Gallery in Poughkeepsie, NY. 

Faded roses, from last year's garden.  "People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us."  -Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat.

A sweet Schneeman angel.  "Angels are all around us, all the time, in the very air we breathe." -Eileen Elias, The Angels' Little Instruction Book.

Old thread on old spools.  "Sewing mends the soul." -Author unknown.