A WILDFLOWER STORY

For my grandmother’s 80th, my family gathered in our home in the White Mountains to celebrate, a place where we’ve shared years of wonderful memories. I was tasked with providing the floral arrangements. Instead of spending heaps of money at a florist, I found a wicker basket, dreamed of tick-free legs, and headed for the meadow.

Weed or not, if I thought it was pretty, in the basket it went! I like how they captured the place: the natural, effortless beauty.

“What a lonely place it would be to have a world without a wildflower.”