For many years, our mother had a flower basket, which she made herself, and which contained a display of plastic daisies. This was always in her kitchen.
I saved it when we cleaned out the house after our mother was through with it, and brought it down to Utah. The sprigs of daisies gradually fell out and got lost.
My dear wife, Sara, surprised me yesterday by rejuvenating it. She replaced the floral block inside, which had disintegrated, and added some more flowers in an attractive arrangement.
Mom's flower basket is now enthroned in our kitchen, hopefully for many years to come.
3 hours ago