With all the activity going on at the farm, I’ve been spending a fair amount of time at my brother’s house. (The drive to the farm is only 35 minutes from his house compared to an hour from mine.) As a way of saying ‘thank you for letting me crash, I try to do a little work in the gardens while I’m there. During a stay several weeks ago I trimmed the dogwoods along with various other shrubs and perennials. I could have sworn I’d put all of the trimmings and clippings in the compost bin, but a few choice bits didn’t quite make it that far.
Unknown to me at the time, my niece had pilfered from the pile meant for composting. A little later on she presented me with this bouquet and handmade card:
Where I saw garden refuse, she saw something pretty. It was an unexpected and wonderfully sweet surprise. Having another look at it through her eyes, I too could see the beauty. This simple compost bouquet of Russian Sage, Euonymous and Myrtle is still sitting on my kitchen counter and I smile whenever I look at it.