The Homestead Collection comes from my memories of growing up surrounded by woods, wandering in the fields accompanied by various dogs and cats, gathering wildflowers to bring home to my mother. Later in life, my children continued the rural tradition—gathering eggs every day in a basket handed down from their great-grandparents, snuggling under handmade quilts, and picking up treasures of rocks and feathers found on our walks in the woods. My parents and the house I grew up in are gone, but every summer the Black-eyed Susan’s return to the field, the Queen Anne’s Lace nods by the roadside, and a small feather on the path catches my eye. These small things, which seemed so ephemeral, remain.