Then this happened. I found this.
I use the same pressing papers my mom used and I often find notes she wrote about the flowers she was pressing. But this one… “This small flower Hydrangea-originally from the Center St. house” immediately took me back to summers in the yard of the Center St. house, playing with my dolls under that very Hydrangea tree. I was warm, safe and happy.
And that’s really why I do what I do.
Pressed flowers have the power to transport us and make us feel connected to a time, a place, a person or an event that we thought was gone forever.
That’s powerful stuff.