This morning I went to the garden for some celery, which is nearly the only thing still living (besides the brussels sprouts, about which I am in denial). As I washed it, I realized Studley had gone out after me and was bringing me another offering from the garden.
"Celery!" he pronounced.
"Nasturtium!" I corrected. It's important to instill a sense of botanical inferiority in anyone who knows less than you.
Whatever you want to call it, Studley picked me flowers this morning. In this case, dead blossoms on a leafy vine pulled up by the roots absolutely qualify as "flowers." Don't get any ideas, Chris.
I would also like to point out that if you take a picture with bright window light, the glare obviates the need to clean the sink before taking aforementioned picture. Coming soon, more pictures of things in my sink.