I went by the flower markets on the way home today. When I buy flowers I always let whatever looks good and suits my mood dictate what I buy. All these papery pinks and purples drew me in today. I put them in the jug from one of my granny's china sets.
The small woodcut is by Claire Pratt and is called "Deep Calleth Unto Deep." I fell for it a few years ago on a Sunday trawling through the beautiful mess at D&E Lake, enjoying the smell of old books.