My sister, Roz, used to visit us at every house we lived in. She liked to help me in the garden. That was one of her favorite things to do, gardening. I loved that, because it is not my favorite thing and she was always good company.
We were shopping during her last visit before she died. I was looking for a pot to put some herbs in and keep close to the house. She bought me this whimsical tea cup pot. I love having tea parties and collect a few interesting tea cups to use, so it was a fun gift.
This year I planted gardenias in it and kept it down by the B&B entrance.
I meant to bring it to the house to keep the gardenias from freezing. I never thought that the pot would freeze.
We recently had some unseasonably cold weather. It was in the 20s and I didn't get to the pot in time.
The freezing weather must have cracked the pot. And now I will have to throw it out.
I won't buy another one. I kept this one because Roz bought it for me. That's what made it special. And now it is gone, just like she is.
And I am saddened once again. Still.