© C. m ART z 2015
My mama used to put tiny packets of dried flowers in her linen closet. It always smelled so marvelous or as she so fondly would say “Marvy”. It’s a precious memory of the special lady she was. She would collect honeysuckle, lavender, rose petals on our walks together. That’s where I learned the art of dried flowers essence. We also would dry press them between book pages or put them under glass in a frame.