Upon arriving home one day, I unloaded a gallon bucket of pincushion flower, and tossed it in a white bucket sitting by a saddle. It immediately reminded me of something Matisse had said - that when he painted a still life of flowers, he gathered them in vase and avoid fuzzing with the arrangement, finding it to be closer to nature's spontaneity.
I felt that way about this arrangement. There was something so pleasing about it with the English daisies in the background and I couldn't have rearranged it any better. It was such a simple, quiet moment that I had all to myself.
