The small Satsuma vase, circa 1930’s perhaps, with its craquelature glaze, gold detail and lovely cascade of autumnal maple leaves,  keepscompany both proximate and at a slight remove with two friend vases, the little masterpiece of jonquil leaves and an early 20th century Australian pottery piece with generous geometric intersect of spherical body and planar rim, might be filled with flowers.  These three are in no way empty when they stand alone, proving that the addition of flowers, while their ostensible purpose in life, is an ephemeral joy, while they remain independent beauties.