For all my minimalist tendencies, I do get carried away when it comes to fresh flowers in the house in summer.

It’s something that comes of friendship and creativity and foraging gone wild. In August she messaged me with words something like this

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.

I knew they’d be coming soon. They’re always first to bloom, the first to crack from winter’s shell.