My aunt is a potter. She gave me this itty bitty vase years ago. It is perfect for me. My house is so small so there are not a lot of places to put big vases full of flowers. I had my thyroid removed 4 years ago and I turned 40 the same week---I was living in a florist! It was really nice and a bit magical for a couple weeks, but for regular livin', gimme small!
When the kids were toddlers and giving me dandelions and buttercups all spring and summer, I put them in this vase. I keep it on the window sill at the kitchen sink. I always have and I always will. Now that they are getting bigger, they pick me mini-bouquets. I just love the hand selected, yard grown wildflowers and weeds. And I really enjoy the beauty they see in the late fall. This flower may be dead, but they still thought it was pretty enough for the Mama's Vase.
I am thoroughly enjoying posting on Thursdays, for so many reasons. But the pleasure I didn't realize I would receive is hearing how these little posts are opening up a flood of memories for you all. I set out to do something for myself with these Thurday posts, and somehow it becomes about something less selfish. What a joy to hear your comments and then continue with e-mail conversations. We are all connected in these tiny ways and it is truly a sweet sweet thing.
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