Sunday morning roses

Someone very kind has been depositing a beautiful bouquet of flowers (usually roses) on our doorstep every Sunday for at least two months.  Which means they are kind AND consistent.

Two months of a Sunday morning paper–and–flowers arranged in an Adams 100% Natural peanut butter jar.  Creamy.

~grin~

And because of the number of peanut butter jars there have been, I suspect that there is more than one person participating in this generosity.

What a perfectly marvelous thing for them to do.

And that–is definitely a song to dance to.
In the kitchen–with my Sunday morning roses.