Trying to solve a smelly shoe problem?

I woke up this morning positive that, just like any other morning, I could have a bit of "me" time before trekking out with the pupper.  Alas, no such luck - Oreo was ready to go from the moment my feet hit the floor.  I do enjoy this ritual somewhat, though - there's something enlivening and productive about going outside within 60 seconds of waking up.  Plus, then I might not have seen this:

Now, that is a real shoe - it is not ceramic or clay or anything else you may ordinarily find flowers in.  I've never noticed it before and it has me a bit boggled.  Perhaps it's a piece of contemporary art?  "Potpourri in Workman's Boot"

By the way, I cannot say or think "potpourri" without doing so the way Eddie Izzard does (i.e. "pot-POUR-ee" instead of "PO-perr-EE").