Small Ways | A Few Stems

For all my minimalist tendencies, I do get carried away when it comes to fresh flowers in the house in summer. By golden morning light, I’m in the wildflower market, foraging basket in hand, and soon it’s filled to overflowing, an abundance of nature’s beauty. But I do not stop there. No, I keep right on snipping and gathering, laying the extra handfuls of precious blooms across any available seat in my car for the quick drive home. Twice this summer already, I’ve picked up friends for a jaunt and had to apologize as I hastily swept away flower litter from the passenger seat, evidence of my profound floral dependency. (Should you ever ride with me in summer, there won’t be trash in my car, but I can’t promise there won’t be petals and leaves.)

Back home, I lug my haul by armloads to the worktable. Continue reading over on Substack…