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Sentimental Journey |
As I age, I
often find myself on a sentimental journey thinking about my parents and the home I grew
up in.
Over the recent holidays, I
thought I would make a photograph as a tribute to them. My dad
was the plant person in the family. He loved gardening and
fussed with indoor plants as well and we
always had at least one Christmas cactus in the house. The pot in the
photograph was made by my mom. She went through a ceramics phase
when I was a teenager and I've managed to keep two of her plant
pots all these years (over 35 years!) without breaking them.
Isn't it
strangely wonderful how certain things can bring back such
lovely memories?