Les Fleurs

He's the sweetest honey bub around. He picks a flower for me almost everywhere we go and then softly whispers, "Mama?" as he runs to present it to me. I am forever searching for creative little vessels to hold all of these exquisite weed varietals. The other day Buby collected 5 trumpet vine blossoms that had fallen onto the garden pathway. He handed them to me with such pride... and expectation. So I quick dumped out the candles in three petite votive holders and filled them with water. Buby arranged the blossoms to his liking and let out a gleeful cheer upon completion. Floral artistry, I say. That was four days ago. The blossoms have brought oodles of charm to my table.