This Mommy-pot vase was made by the children of one of my dearest friends. And she made the basket behind. God gets the flower credit.
Maybe I’m just getting old, but this winter felt especially brutal temperature-wise here in western New York. I always associate Easter with spring, warmth, flowers, and sunshine. A re-birth that’s refreshing for my soul, my house, my closet, and life in general.
With Easter coming so early, and winter-like temps stretching so late, it felt like the rebirth wouldn’t happen. According to the weather forecasters, it still won’t happen Easter Sunday, but we did get it today.
The holiday, the 65 degree temps, walking my dog with friends (and without a coat) under a blue sky and finding the first flowers of the year for me was such a gift. I’m feeling the love and the hope. May that feeling spread to you all as well.
2 responses to “Spring”
I love, love that vase. It’s gorgeous!
I’ll share your enthusiasm with the kids who made it 🙂 It’s one of my favorites. It’s so perfect for little flowers.