photo by Nita Lou Bryant
Every year around this time, my sister sends me a box of bittersweet cut from the vine that grows in her yard in Kansas. I usually put it in this one pottery jug made by a friend from college, but this year the jug was already occupied by a bouquet of iris. So I paired the bittersweet with some baby's breath in a jam jar and put the jar on the table out in the sunroom. Now, bittersweet is a brittle thing and there are always a few berries and leaves left in the bottom of the cardboard box it arrives in. Sometimes I scatter these bits and pieces around the base of the pottery pot but this year I decided to put them in a fancy glass that belonged to my maternal grandmother, who lived and died in Kansas. I took some photos that didn't turn out very well but after I played with the settings in iPhoto I came up with this image of what I am calling a bittersweet cocktail.
And thank you for this year's bittersweet.