Floral delivery calling

The other day my friend Marion came over. When I opened the door in response to the ringing bell, she said, "Floral delivery," and presented me with these delightful rosebuds from her Steveston patio garden.

They were so delectably small that I used a tequila shooter as a vase.

They were closed then; they've opened since. I moved them from counter to table; in both places, they added a je ne sais quoi, and they smell wonderful.

Isn't it amazing what a difference the background makes to the photos? No fancy photography here -- both were taken with a cell phone camera.