On my way to a market yesterday I greeted a lady carrying precious flowers. They were precious to her but maybe not to everyone. Dahlias! Locally grown in every exquisite colour you can imagine, they reminded her of the ones her mother grew when she was a child.
Precious…. A link to memory that was cherished and lightened her heart. So my friend and I bought some and I put them on my painting table for the day and…. They we’re the germ for the flowers I painted and the colours that arrived on tiny boards of canvas. They made me happy too.