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Daisies in a vase on Monday

In December 2013, my daughter and I went to Marrakech for a long weekend.  The idea was to do some Christmas shopping - with a difference.  We had a happy and hilarious time, with a few uncertain moments which were no great surprise.  Marrakech is such an assault on the senses, compared to the sedate and familiar atmosphere of Edinburgh.

I bought a tiny little green teapot, decorated with Berber silverwork.  I have never used it as a vase until today.  It sits on my kitchen worktop, reminding me of that exotic weekend, but it occurred to me this morning that it would make a great vase for a few daisies.  A Michaelmas daisy, chamomile, Mexican daisy and our beloved lawn daisy, with which I have made many daisy chains, for myself as a child, my daughter and my granddaughters.
Here is the shop in the souk, just off Marrakech's Central Square, where I bought my little teapot.


  1. What a glorious little teapot of blooms, Amanda - the teapot really enhances the simplicity of them, and your photos elevate them to a different level altogether - so sweet, so thank you for sharing

    1. Thank you Cathy. I love daisies in all their colours and sizes!

  2. Perfect for tiny blooms! And great shadows.

  3. What a perfect vase it makes! Daisies go with everything in my view.

    1. Thanks Kris. It is a lovely little reminder of a completely whacky long weekend in Marrakech!! A


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