I have been walking for a while now. And as I wander, I always stop to smell the lady slippers and the lilacs.
I have held sweet onions and stalks of summer wheat.
I have strolled through forests of foxglove and
over hills of heather. I have gathered and pressed
purple thistle and tulips.
This is my posey, my tribute to beautiful things growing wild.
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I was thinking about tulips as a symbol of the Netherlands. This led to a list of flowers that hold meaning for me. I have always loved how a color or a scent can bring back a memory of a place or a time. For me, this bouquet of flowers is my backyard in Minnesota, the wheat fields of Walla Walla. It's walking the Camino with new friends and exploring Scotland with Dug (and soon my Mom). It's a beautiful piece of metalwork forged by a friend. All these memories from a few wild plants.
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