This issue was choked full of prepossessing articles but one of my favorites was based on a “flower potluck”. I was fully enthralled by the genius of the idea and reminded of how little attention I have given the flowers in my life - or rather lack there of. I had forgotten flowers, but I was rediscovering how their dainty petals and wispy fragrance can bring life to a cluttered desk.
After deciding that I needed to add a bit of exterior into my interior I faced a dilemma - I’m not especially gifted when it comes to flower-arranging. My mother is. My mother is also good at painting, and several hundred other things which baffle my mind. I can easily envision how I want my finished product to look, it’s the getting there that I have issues with.
I made up my mind to all resist urge to text my mom pictures and ask where I should place the jasmine, but decided I would play around and hope for the best. Wildflowers seem less intimidating to me. Perhaps it’s because they look carefree and relaxed and when tossed carelessly into a mason jar they stand placidly and act elegant. That’s the kind of flower I can be friends with.
I may never be a florist, but I think I’m okay with that.
Bring some of nature’s delicacy into your life.
P.S. Kinfolk doesn’t pay me anything, I just really dig what they do.