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October 24, 2013

CRIMSON RED


in another life, i would choose to be a florist, getting up with the birds, foraging for that perfect, wild, over-looked, obvious & subtle stem.

i can count on one hand how many times i've gone on my walks or adventures without picking just a small snippet of earth. 

the beauty of just a tiny clipping compels me and makes me really, really happy.Share on twitter

6 comments:

  1. You are speaking to my heart. My great aunt Goldie was a florist. When I walk into a shop today, the smells overwhelm me with memories. She had the most magnificent garden too!

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    1. oh, that is so lovely. aunt goldie, oh everyone needs an aunt goldie. i love that name! oh my goodness, it seems like the memory of her will live on forever ~ women of flowers, truly nothing more beautiful in my opinion. xo

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  2. I work in a charming little flower shop and I feel blessed everyday to be able to spend my afternoons among all the flowers.

    I love your description of foraging for that perfect wild stem. xo

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    1. Oh I love this. I would love to see some of your arrangements! You are a beauty, love.

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