My mother loved yellow, because of its cheerfulness. Yellow flowers remind me of her and make me smile. It’s as though she is still here and telling me to enjoy the small cheerful things in life. Or, rather, not telling me, because telling was not her way. The older I get, the more I love yellow too. Maybe we do all turn into our mothers in the end.

Anne Nolan Photography, Wokingham

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