When we arrived here in the house of my aunt, the kids played in the yard and I just took pictures of them having fun while being settled at the modern outdoor seating. While they were busy running around and jumping about, I took pictures of the background too. And so, my eyes strayed on the orchids in bloom.They were so much the same as one of my grandmother's orchids. My grandmother loved orchids that she had so many different varieties of orchids that she personally took care of.
Looking at the blooms reminds me of my grandmother's beautiful smile and the beautiful person that she was.. We were all blessed to have a wonderful grandmother whose life was generously spent loving all her children and grandchildren, family and friends and everyone who she sincerely showed love in her own way. I remember the pastel too. The pastel she makes out of love, and gives as gifts with personal labels. I also remeber her handicrafts as well as the pictures she patiently compiled in albums for specific persons be it her child, grandchild, relative or friend. Best of all, I am reminded or our small conversations, serious or not. I miss you lola..We'll meet again, I am sure of that..
