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 as if I didn’t have enough, 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 habit. (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.)
Ohhh Love ya foraging, Style of the arrangements., forage around the farmhouse, we left an area going down to the pond just for all the pretty wildflowers.
Me too, one of my great joys of spending the summer in the mountains here in NC.
Ohhh Love ya foraging, Style of the arrangements., forage around the farmhouse, we left an area going down to the pond just for all the pretty wildflowers.
Thank you for the awesome tips.
It would bring me great joy to ride with you to the flower market! I wouldn’t mind a bit to find petals or leaves in the seat.😊
I'm loving the wild Chicory blooms on my table. They're so cheerful looking.
Oh, chickory is so pretty! The color reminds me of flax blossoms, which I'm determined to gather next year when they're in bloom