The bouquet of tiny roses the guest brought was big enough
to divide between two vases. Most went in a trumpet vase with plenty of water.
A few went in a slender necked vase.
This morning I noticed the roses in the slender necked vase
drooped morbidly. Stretch though they would, their stem ends did not touch the
evaporating pool of water below them. Close, but no cigar. Or no water, in this
case.
The other roses remain perky, immersed as they are in
abundant water.
It’s so important to stay watered.
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