A coworker retiring this month kept hinting she wanted to sit down and go through everything before she left. I know what that means — forty minutes of office history I don’t need.
Instead I spent Sunday afternoon with the dried leaves and pinecones from the yard, gluing them onto a small wood base with a note tucked under the ribbon.
Took about 2 hours, most of it deciding which leaves looked least crumbled.
Left it on her desk before she got in at 9am. No conversation required.
My daughter said it looks like something from a farmhouse catalog.