Looking out my Backdoor: Memories … thoughts … changes

Why do memories come to visit, often at inopportune times? I’ve questions but no answers.

I distinctly remember once telling a minimalist friend how much I admired her way of life. An entire bare wall with one picture. A vase with one sprig of flower. “But I know me. I couldn’t be minimalist in my surroundings. I like it. I just can’t do it.”

My home was never cluttered. But wherever one cast one’s eyes, one would find a vignette of simple beauty. That’s my passion. Making spaces beautiful.

I’m also not a collector — except of old china tea cups, vintage tablecloths,...