When my mom gave up the house in Queens, the childhood home of my memories, she gave up a seasonal cast of flora with which to express her art in tea ceremony.
Our yard, for which I can take virtually no credit, sometimes provides her with a spark of color, a bit of the outside brought in. When we went over on Sunday, my mom made a small request and so I brought her some of this. (The only bloom, other than the hydrangeas, in a yard that has been the scene of a lot of hot, dehydrating weather.)
I like being a bridge between my mom and the natural world.
2 comments:
It's gorgeous!
The pretty pink glass kicks it up a notch :-)
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