pottering in petersham, take three

It may have been cold and dank this afternoon, but Petersham still had sprightly greens in its glasshouses

and in the Teahouse:

And the main shop, unlike the sky, was suffused with blue. The tables were laden with Murano glass,

including Scavo glass, crafted to resemble vessels excavated from ancient Roman ruins:

I was captivated by the sensuously smooth wooden pots, too:

But this is what really set my heart aflutter,

because who knew perfectly proper Petersham could be a Little Shop of Horrors!