When I was a teen, my family lived in a little stone house on a hillside in West Virginia.
My mother waited impatiently all winter for the first blooms of spring. She inspected the first shoots of the narcissus daily to watch for the buds to form.
When the narcissus finally began to come out she would gather a bunch carefully - taking one here, one there, so that there were still lots of flowers outside.
She would cut a few branches of forsythia just as the buds were ready to burst.
She would put her springtime bouquet in...
this round glass vase.
Now every spring I do the same.
My mother waited impatiently all winter for the first blooms of spring. She inspected the first shoots of the narcissus daily to watch for the buds to form. 
When the narcissus finally began to come out she would gather a bunch carefully - taking one here, one there, so that there were still lots of flowers outside.She would cut a few branches of forsythia just as the buds were ready to burst.
She would put her springtime bouquet in...
this round glass vase.
Now every spring I do the same.
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