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“We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?”
George Eliot
a mum & her flowers…
A collection of creative pursuits. Daughters of the meadow is a name that came about while the girls and I were gathering yarrow from one of our favorite fields. Driving home that day the name came to my lips with a smile of reflection on the joy we had that day, sharing the knowledge of the plants at our feet. The name continues to grow with us, holding all our creative endeavors in our home and in the wild.
~Laura