Spiky Squares Bulrushes
When I was a child we would go to my grandmother’s cottage on the St. Lawrence River in Quebec. At night once it got dark out the guys would dip a bulrush in gasoline and light it. We could then walk about and find our way while holding the bulrush. Once I got older I would cut down bulrushes, dry them out and put them in a vase. I found this wall art of bulrushes and just had to have it.
This picture (must be square) is for a photo challenge over at Becky’s. #Spiky March Squares.
One more shot.