I’ve never been precious about flowers. I love wildflowers, pussy willows, cattails—basically anything you can gather on the side of the road. I’m indifferent to hothouse roses and lilies, which are lovely but lack soul. The same goes for bouquets and floral arrangements … A big mess of a bouquet stuck in a Mason jar makes me happy in the most peculiar way.
~Jennifer Worick, The Prairie Girl’s Guide to Life, 2007
The Man of the Place brought me a bouquet of wild flowers this morning. It has been a habit of his for years. He never brings me cultivated flowers but always the wild blossoms of field and woodland and I think them much more beautiful.
~Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Missouri Ruralist, 1917