Isn’t it amazing how one thing can bring back a flood of memories?
This one little African Violet reminds me of my Grandmother. She used to always have one in her kitchen window when I was younger.
We would water it in the morning together and watch how it bloomed together.
I miss her. She would have been 94 yesterday.
I thank God for the warm feelings special memories hold.
I don’t even have the words…..
love you so much
Lea Ann
I know.
Love you!
The first thing I thought of when I saw the picture was my grandma. She too had violets in her kitchen 🙂 I also get fond memories of her when I see a cactus or an owl figurine. Her house was full of them. Thanks for bringin’ back fond memories of my gramma 🙂
You’re welcome, Rebecca. It’s nice to be reminded sometimes, huh?
It really is amazing how something like that brings on such memories.
Truly. Thank you, Louise!