Flowers were
Pressed by Mom in books
When I was a little girl
Dreaming . . .
Mostly violets and
bright pure yellow buttercups
I remember clearly
How magical it was that flowers
Lived forever . . .
Their petals and love
Awake in books
Held safe in wax paper
While some fell loose . . .
Moms heart
Captured the simplicity of flowers
Pressed and dreaming
Reality . . .
Pressing flowers is magical.
If this has piqued your interest, here is a BLOG on how to press flowers.
What an excellent post. We did this all the time as kids with our grandmother. We had so much fun! Brings back such wonderful memories. Thank you for sharing.