You can smell the lemony citrus of the leaves or hear mom asking you to grab one to set on the dining room table before guests arrive. She was overlooking us playing in the sprinklers in the summer. Remembers when we broke our arm flying off a trampoline, racing to the car before church every Sunday, waving through tears as we left for college and blooming when we finally returned. A Southern Icon, but with a less traditional approach. Layered with color and texture, it is a testimony of growth; how something can change and modernize yet ground us firmly in history.
