REMEMBERING...

When I came across this small glass pitcher among a box of glass items in my mom's storage unit, I snapped it up and put it into my box of stuff to take home. I remember this little pitcher sitting on my mom's kitchen windowsill for over 70 years, holding bits of succulents or perhaps a rose or sweetpeas from her garden. I can't remember its origin but I believe it is Italian and hand blown. I think someone gave it to her. 
I have been waiting for the daphne to bloom so I could make use of this vase. It's funny what you remember and what is meaningful as the years go by...now it graces my kitchen windowsill.