Shard

We've got one of those vases that are made from lots of little pieces of broken glass overlaid on a base. Our vase is full of flowers just now that Fiona got for her birthday. I think I've photographed them every day since with a view to using one here, but I've always got something else. This evening the something else was Samuel glancing rather disapprovingly at what I was doing, reflected in one of the tiny pieces of glass on the surface of the vase.

I hold out hope for getting a photo of the flowers up here, but they will be a week old tomorrow and may not last much longer.

Good, productive day today.