New Patio, Old Memories

When I was little, we'd drive to Yonkers and visit with my grandparents. In the center of my grandmother Edna's white kitchen floor was a red teapot tile. She would sweep the floors into a pile on the teapot tile and then scoop it up. When we installed our tiles on the back patio, we definitely thought of her – and now I smile and think of her every time I sweep up.