My daughter and I have started pressing flowers – we have three on the go. My son likes a flower too.
So I was pleased, last weekend, to cheer our kitchen, with an old gin bottle saved from the recycling and a tress of roses I found forlornly hanging heavily over the bins.
Simply, beautiful.
Postscript
Ingredients:
Sunday
sun
cheap plastic bag
park
boy
wild flowers
grandparent
phone
Achilles & Aristotle 