Flowers

My own mother and grandmother always kept fresh flowers (or leaves, or twigs or whatever was available to their itchy fingers and visual palettes) in vases in their homes, and I find that I'm happiest when I keep to this tradition. Though Mamaw (as I called my grandmother in the Deep South) also knew some medicinal plants, it was the medicine of their beauty she most desired, as, apparently, so do I since I keep putting off making that rose tincture or elixir and instead imbibe through my eyes (and nose, since my favorite flowers are scented).

Some recent bouquets: