i was flipping the beds in the hoophouse yesterday, pulling out summer’s blooms, when poppy and i stopped, transfixed by the humble beauty of bells of ireland’s dried lacy umbels. we spent the next half hour collecting the best ones for a centerpiece—the “netteds and the cloudies” she called them. while gathering, i heard poppy’s familiar, favorite question, “mama, is this your favorite part of the day?” yes, poppy, it is ♡.
