It is an interesting oddity of life that the smallest object, smell, or even taste can bring back a flood of memories. I was washing my dishes this morning, and I picked up my spoon rest to wash it. I was instantly reminded of where I bought it.
It was a cold windy day about two years ago, my mom and I went to a craft show that was held at the county fairgrounds. We walked up, down and between all the tables. We chatted with people about their crafts and I was sorry to see the attendance low because of the weather. Perhaps, though the cold was a blessing, most of the people where were huddled inside to keep warm. My mother bought a lovely black and white scarf., and I bought a small vibrant blue piece of pottery with swirls. I see it every day as it sits on top of my stove, a reminder to precious time spent with my mom.