I used to make fruit compote in this bowl when my sister, Wendy, and husband David and family came to stay. With the children, there were eight of us round the table.
Wendy died over twenty years ago and I don't have occasion to use this bowl so much but it makes me think of her and different times in my life.
I made the fruit salad (and an iced coffee and walnut cake) when Sylv came to dinner on Easter Sunday.
The little things that take us straight back to a certain time - the sounds and smells. We had a quiet Easter Sunday yesterday but it took me back to my grandparents and the chocolate treats they bought for us and the beautiful flowers my mum used to arrange. The memory is a strange thing. Your fruit and cake sound delicious and I hope you had a lovely day. Something purple for you on my page today :-)
I guess we do, Bep. Mine was more the bowl than it being Easter. Christmas was the time our two families were together and probably accounts for my negative feelings on the festive season. Thanks for your visit and comment. The fruit was lovely.
Love your picture.
I guess we do, Bep. Mine was more the bowl than it being Easter. Christmas was the time our two families were together and probably accounts for my negative feelings on the festive season. Thanks for your visit and comment. The fruit was lovely.
Love the violet. Yes, these memories take us unawares. I’m reading a book of short stories by Antony Doerr with the theme of memory.
I just finished reading 'All the Light We Cannot See'. Highly recommended.
Yes, I loved it, Bep! But I haven’t found another as good by the same author.
.. yummy