In Perpetual Spring

I have a terrible case of spring fever today. Or, have had it for the past month at least. It came super early this year, which is both a blessing and a curse. It's pretty much impossible to concentrate on reading Heart of Darkness when all I want to do is walk around the natural lands!

Anyway, I stumbled across this amazing team of designers before breakfast this morning. They're called Poppies & Posies, are located in New York, and make the most beautiful, rustic little arrangements.

It's finally spring, and all I want to do is arrange pretty flowers in vintage containers! 

Also, in honor of spring, I thought I'd share a poem I recently came across:

In Perpetual Spring

by Amy Gerstler

Gardens are also good places 

to sulk. You pass beds of

spiky voodoo lilies

and trip over the roots

of a sweet gum tree,

in search of medieval

plants whose leaves,

when they drop off

turn into birds

if they fall on land,

and colored carp if they

plop into water.

Suddenly the archetypal

human desire for peace

with every other species

wells up in you. The lion

and the lamb cuddling up.

The snake and the snail, kissing.

Even the prick of the thistle,

queen of the weeds, revives

your secret belief

in perpetual spring,

your faith that for every hurt

there is a leaf to cure it.

Happy spring!