The maples and the wildflowers held my heart. A steady constant, those tall and towering maples reached their arms up and over the centenarian white farmhouse to shelter it from the changing world. Sweet Anne’s lace, yarrow, and a dozen or so unnamed blooms and petals returned every summer like old friends. They scattered sporadically across the yard in beautifully tattered patches like an heirloom quilt, untamed and sweetly smelling of home. Dependable, those maples and wildflowers.
When we said goodbye to the farmhouse, there was joy in new beginnings but also quiet grief and release of those things, constants that had grown up alongside me. A bittersweet vine tangled around my heart. At my new-to-us home, I discovered that the sandy soil along the narrow edges of our house was perfect for those very flowers. There were maples, too—smaller, but still maples. In my heart, those maples and wildflowers remained. I could bring the wild with me. I dug, grits of sand sticking under my fingers. I pawed out places for Queen Anne’s explosion of tiny white blooms. I planted Yarrow, and it was a remedy.
A remedy for the bittersweet. Maples, wildflowers, and heart.

Mitts are worked seamlessly in the round from the bottom up, increasing for the thumb gusset before placing thumb stitches on hold and finishing the palm. Thumb is then finished in the round.

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