In a slip of time a couple hours before dinner on Thanksgiving Day when everyone else was off on a hike, I set the table.

I once worked as a buyer and visual merchandiser for a pair of tastefully curated kitchenware and home goods stores

You want a fence for Mother’s Day? They asked incredulously, only half-believing this odd request

It was the idea of texture that started it all

I unwind a length of chunky wool yarn, tie a loop and slip it over a knitting needle, thread the working yarn around my fingers, and begin casting on

There would be Tansy, Queen Anne’s Lace, and fern of some kind. Beyond that, the wildflower market in northern Idaho would surprise me when I arrived.