Skincare lessons From My Mother’s Garden – Barbara Osei
As a child all I wanted to do was sit on the veranda and read a book. It was cool and mostly quiet in a home full of boys. Another thing I loved to do, was to walk around my mother’s tropical garden and pick her flowers, definitely not her roses! I would pick hibiscus and bougainvillea petals among others. We would use an orange flower with a strong long green stem, excellent for sword fights with my brothers. Sorry, I don’t know its name. The petals I would put in water hoping to make perfumes. I wasn’t successful. Best of all, we would suck the nectar from these precious flowers.
Living in our gated home, we were protected. Surrounded by the beauty that nature offers, one is bound to take it for granted. Mangos and avocados so creamy you could simply slather on your face. Little did I...
