I have a collection of photos of flowers that I have taken over the years.
Now that I am working on my clay stamp vocabulary......this collection means more and more to me every day. Not only do I have a beautiful catalog of photos, but I have a connection to almost every flower.
Looking at a picture will jog my memory to the flower......where it was growing, what the weather was like, who I was with. I feel so blessed to be able to conjure up these memories so easily.
And then I read The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh and was hugely fascinated by the Victorian meaning of flowers.
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