Like fairy cups of shimmery magenta and fuscia velvet.
Petal by petal, each hand selected for pureness and perfection.
Heady scent fills the kitchen and makes me smile in a secret kind of way.
A romantic nostalgic kind of way.
Remember when perfumes and talc were simple fragrances like roses or Lily of the valley or sweet pea or violets.
I'm remembering shelf paper and correspondence stationary and bath salts.....
I'm making rose petal jam.
I love the surprise on peoples' faces when they bite into a scone with rose petal jam;
There is nothing quite like it.
It's elegant, exotic and bespeaks of summer.
The recipe is in this post from the past