Reminders

When I was a kid we visited my grandparents, both sets, nearly every week. I was so lucky to be able to do that. I love coming across reminders of them: a familiar smell, a mug exactly like the ones they owned, the mixing bowls that belonged to my grandmother.

Sam and I were walking home and we found chestnuts. Every year when we find them it brings me back to fall days at my mom's parents house where we'd scavenge chestnuts from the nearby trees.



It makes them even more beautiful than their shiny wood grain exteriors intend.