trips to my parents' house almost always mean foraging.
i take walks to the beach to collect sea shells, tuck a pair of scissors into my pocket to gather cedar clippings, and yank down bittersweet brambles from neighbors' yards.
its the thing i miss most about small town living. something tells me my neighbors here wouldn't appreciate the occasional neighborly pruning of their boxwood shrubs. at home, there's so much green around i'm pretty certain no one really notices.
i brought a bag full of cedar and boxwood back to brooklyn after thanksgiving and this morning, with the window flung open, fashioned our tiny abode a fittingly tiny wreath. fa la la.