Thursday, August 19, 2010
This pretty violet sits on our rescued kitchen table where we used to eat with her. It is a flower that gets me smiling. Some were grown in my auntie's apartment and on birthdays we would get one. We weren't very successful at maintaining them so she just gave us a new one annually. It became a tradition. Now that she's passed we still love a violet. When we see one we all think of her. And we've learned to respect it and keep it growing. She loved to sing," You are my sunshine..." to us. We still smile when we hear it. Could she be sending her kind of sunshine on it and us too?