
red, wildflowers, & blue
For the past few weeks, I’ve noticed pretty wildflowers along some of the paths I take on my morning walk. I’ve picked one or two to put in a small vase or handleless cup, but a couple of days ago, I decided to pick a small bouquet. It was completely impractical, carrying a bouquet of delicate flowers while Sebastian and I were trying to get some exercise, but I found joy in the simplicity of noticing and gathering. It brought me back to the days when I would bring home bouquets made of buttercups, dandelions, and grass to my mom. When I got home, I loosely arranged the flowers in a marmalade crock and was inspired to put together a little vignette on the table. I generally don’t buy decor for holidays except for pumpkins in fall and things for Christmas. I prefer to use what I have that speaks









