Found a bag of leaves I dried a few weeks ago and completely forgot about, shoved in a drawer with rubber bands and old chargers.
Turned them into this with some pinecones from behind the building and a little note folded into the middle, half the words already smudged from my hands.
Most of this apartment is in boxes right now, everything else going straight to donation, so it felt strange sitting there gluing leaves onto cardboard instead of doing the kitchen like I should’ve been.
Still haven’t decided if it comes with me or just stays on the counter for whoever moves in next.