a visit to the garden center

Whenever the heart is in need of rest or the eyes are in need of a reminder, I visit the garden center and watch blooms circle around me like a wandering poem. Daisies, roses, cacti and mums all dance together like a country born out of sunlight and differences. I put my hand against the soft petals and I think for every time I cursed this hand for being crooked, it never once stopped me from visiting flowers.

 

I was invited by UncommonGoods to pick an item for review. Uncommon goods is an online store full of unique, mysterious, and sweet gifts made by artisans and small manufacturers. If it's handmade jewelry you're after, they've got it here. If it's gifts for women, they have that too. If you read here often, you'll know how I seldom review products of any kind. I only say yes when it aligns with my heart as I don't see the point of bringing more stuff into my home unless I can find a use for it. Lately, I've been trading poetry books for gardening how-to's so I decided on the garden flower box.

The box itself is handcrafted and colored in a rustic milk paint, its use is for carrying flowers but it works as an indoor display too. I carried it with me to the garden center and found three blossoms which fit perfectly in the belly of the box. The rake on top is more durable than I expected. It slides right out of the box if you want to use it for raking soil or prepping a planter. At a closer glance, you can see tiny grains of wood and imperfections which I find to be beautiful.

My only complaint is the way a garden box tempts me to dream of gardens I won't see until spring of next year. I sit here and I try to remember how sweet the smell of a marigold was on a June day. If only I could bottle the feelings of flowers and let myself build a home out of them all winter long.

outfit details: Nanton Thrift Store boots, Oasap dress, Free People knee high socks, UncommonGoods gardening box.