She came with peonies. A former high school friend was in town visiting her aging mother and dropped by yesterday to visit. We both are very into our gardens — a common interest that we would not have known about if we hadn’t reconnected through Facebook. It was great fun catching up, and now she’s on her way back home. I’ve had this odd glass jar for many years and have never known what she had been used for. Perhaps olive oil. Someone else must have liked her odd shape and had decided to paint her face, but all that’s left now are flecks of red on her lips.