M E A D O W L A R K

Golden yarrow, sun-struck strawflowers and round little billy balls set the tone here — the warm, unhurried yellow of a meadow just waking up. Around them, clouds of preserved baby’s breath, winged ammobium and blush wild daisies keep things soft, while arching flax and rat-tail statice let the bouquet breathe. It is composed to feel found, not arranged — the kind of handful you’d gather on a morning walk and never quite manage to gather again.