"Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts."
I've been using an old juice pitcher as a vase. It's just like one my Grandma had -- round, with a horizontal rings/rib design, but tipped. I suppose I should get a good photo of the pitcher/vase, but I'm betting that many of you know the one... maybe your Gran had one, too. It's a tiny little thing. I remember that she'd buy little 6-oz. frozen juice concentrates -- and I associate those with her, too, because she's the only person I ever knew to use them! I am enjoying it very much as a vase.
I don't remember for sure, but I'd bet my last dollar that Grandma had a bleeding heart. I know that pink was her favorite color, so it would most likely have been an old-fashioned one like mine.
I went to a sale of heirloom flower and vegetable plants on Saturday morning -- they had mostly vegetables, so that's what I bought; four varieties of tomatoes, two of peas, two of basil, and a soybean. (I think that's all.) As soon as it warms up (there are stupid frost warnings tonight!), I'll get my green thumb dirty and we'll see what happens!