Knowing well that I was a horsey gal, my Grandma Honeywell gave me this planter when I was in elementary school. She grew African violets and had a lot of planters; how she acquired this one is a mystery to me as it certainly wasn't her usual taste in pots and planters. (I have wondered if she bought it new for me and I just did not realize it at the time.)
I wasn't really into planters, equine or not; I preferred my Breyers, so I kept it in a box with other horsey things that did not quite fit into my collection.
Sadly, it broke just a few years ago. I chalked it up as just one of those things and life went on.
Fast forward a decade or so, and I was poking around in an antique shop looking for pieces to add to my collection. Was I surprised to find the same planter my grandmother had given me so many years ago! I also felt an instant connection to it, despite never really having liked the planter before, and so I snapped it up and brought it home.
Like my grandmother, I grow African violets, and so I repotted one into it...
... and set it onto the table where I keep them.
It is like having a whisper of my grandmother still with me.
