All last winter Sadie handed me bouquets of dried flowers from roadsides and ditches. On our walks through our woods and nature trails she collected brittle yarrow and grass tufts by the fistfull. When the first blush of spring kissed our landscape she lined the windowsills with mason jars of dandelions and cranes bill, wild roses and dogwood. What an extravagance, now that summer is here, to be able to go out with clippers and fill a large vase with cut flowers from the garden. It seems like maybe only yesterday or ages ago that I was little girl like Sadie, filling up any spare glassware in my mama's kitchen with whatever loveliness the season had to offer. It is a joy to hold a gathering of stems and blossoms for a moment, then tuck them into a vase to see them fall this way and that with an unstudied elegance. They may only last a day or two (or sometimes just an hour or two) but I hope with all my mother's heart & my cupboard of canning jars that Sadie never outgrows the joy of gathering flowers for the kitchen table.