We are all story-tellers whether we are telling stories to ourselves or to others. Large and small, these stories litter our past like blossoms, which, if forgotten, will fade and die. Collecting these 'blossoms' is an offering we can make to those who follow after us. Too often, the blossoms are long gone, as are their keepers, when we decide we want to collect them. For that very reason I have decided to collect the blossoms which litter my story and that of my family.
