Rosalind's Pot

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.