To me, flowers are not just flowers. Flowers are memories. Powerful
memories. Memories that root me to the people who made me who I am.
Not very many people grow allamandas- perhaps the bright yellow
colour, and the rather commonplace prettiness makes it not sophisticated enough
for most homes. But one look at the flower, and I am once again a three year
old held up high by her father, so her nose is level with the flower, and she
can smell the lack of scent.
Is it any wonder, therefore, that I have a plant in my kids’
balcony?
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1 comment:
I love the way that flower connects with so many happy memories for you, Natasha. And it's beautiful to look at too.
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