Happy Mothers day to all my favorite mothers out there. You know who you are.
This little bouquet at the market was a special hello to me from Angie.
She loved bachelor's buttons (aka centaurea cyanus and cornflowers). I have a vivid memory of her coming to help me plant flowers at the very first house we bought in Lawrence in 1985. We planted some of them on the side of the house. Afterwards we sat on the steps out front. We were hot, tired, and immensely satisfied with our work.
The fact that these came in a tall mason jar and had anemone's tucked in alongside was a bonus.
We often (as in almost always) need several bouquets at Tall Tales headquarters. Because we can, so we should. I told Chris the other day that since I am now 59 years old he should "expect to hear a lot of wisdom coming out of this pie hole". The necessity to purchase multiple bouquets at the farmers market is one such example.