Foraging

Out front of My Ranchburger, remained a small pile of debris, remnants of Hurricane Ike. Taking a lesson from the local squirrels, I went foraging. There in the untidy pile of twigs and tree limbs, glowed white berries (seeds of the Chinese Tallow tree.) I recognized them as the same berries for which I had paid dearly at a flower boutique last winter.

The two rubber pots are from Ligne Roset in Houston and the vintage lab flask is from Found for the Home.

And voila! A small, minimalist bouquet, a feast for the eyes and the soul.