Pressed Flowers

memory

Across the street from where I grew up there was an old gray house, largely abandoned.
The owner came by from time to time only to collect his mail and rake the leaves. From the street, you could see it had fallen into disrepair -the paint had worn away as much in places to expose bare wood, the shutters were crooked, the gutters stopped up...

But the backyard was a wildfire of Goldenrod, Queen Anne’s Lace, daisies, little blue flowers and lots of birds...it was really teeming with life and vibrancy. That’s what I remember now when I look at these, that while the house suffered neglect, all this life and color continued to spring up.

These are just a few of the pressed flowers we have here,
framed and ready to go on your wall.