The Milk Jug

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe:

it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

~ Guy de Maupassant

My mother had a small blue and white pitcher she treasured. It had belonged to her grandmother, Theresa. Mom said it was her "milk jug" when she was a child.

It's a lovely little thing and I treasure it now. And when I came home today with a handful of bluebonnets I knew just the place for them.

Great Grandmother Theresa's little pitcher with bluebonnets from across the street.

We will leave this little memory piece right here - a handful of wildflowers in a blue and white jug.