Tucked between the pages of typical/beloved Mother's Day tropes —macaroni necklaces, lovingly gathered and therefore bedraggled garden bouquets, breakfast in bed—there is a thoughtful outlier: THE COUPON BOOK.
Our Foundry Family is full of garden lovers.
After much dreaming, scheming, and increasingly breathless emails back and forth, we are beyond thrilled to be bringing the brilliant voice, mind, and words of our long-time Foundry friend, thoughtful chronicler, celebrated poet, and all-around excellent human—G.E. Patterson—to this space. Look for more under his byline in the future and for now, G.E.'s meditation on a dear humble companion: The Washing-Up Whisk.
Perhaps it's the crunching of fallen leaves underfoot transitioning to the soft hush of falling show, or it's the smell of woodsmoke and clove rich in the air...
They'll be here in five minutes...