There is something so honest and friendly about a flower stand at a farmer’s market.   You can imagine the lovely green place that they were cut from: all happy rows of blooms turned up to the sun. It reminds me of wandering around my grandmother’s farm, gathering flowers for a surprise bouquet for her.   I could pick anything I wanted, except wildflowers.  She showed me how quickly wildflowers wilted, and so there could be no point or pleasure in picking them to bring indoors.

There is such simplicity and bounty in these flowers.  Here are a few examples of what I’ve been finding to enjoy and arrange lately: