Three urns. Right now they are raw clay in the drying stage, with designs brushed on in underglaze colors. The colors will intensify radically when clear glaze goes over them and the urns are kiln-fired.
One will be Cristina's when her son chooses next week. The rest will then just be nice covered jars.
Meaning is what you put into something.
She rode her blue bicycle everywhere, winter and summer and in between. She didn't drive.
I passed some flowering quince several weeks ago. It is a brief and outstandingly beautiful burst of blooms on an otherwise nondescript bush.
There are 3 shades of green in the leaves, plus pink/peach flowers. She had a wonder of the outdoors in all seasons.
Beautiful cord can go through the handles and over the lids of each for a secure closure.