The little inkwells, I got in London some years back. They date from the 1800's and make a sweet offering to Ho Tai, who looks quite pleased. This time, I just added tiny millinery flowers. Last time, I had real pansies in them, and Bryce Eleanor pushed the flowers all the way down into the water; fishing them out of the little neck was a chore.
One of the red/pink clay hearts I made found its way to this neck.
Time to light a little lavender incense to honor this stormy day. The cats and I are glad to stay inside!