My favorite bouquets have always been the ones cut from the roadside, or yard. Mr. D has always been willing to pull over on the road so I could pick a bouquet. He probably doesn't remember this: On the one year anniversary of our first date we were both counselors at church camp. Mr. D came to pick me up at my cabin with a bouquet of wild flowers he had just picked. We were 18 years old.
The baby's breath was beautiful this summer ...
|Gypsophila, aka Baby's Breath|
I'll be enjoying these flowers and homemade
bouquets until the first frost.