Late summer last year, I said goodbye to my old white farmhouse with the towering maples, my home in some form or another since the age of two. It was a necessary and desired move, but the kind that mingles joy and pain. Bittersweet. In leaving, I left behind all of my life’s rhythms. My maples, my deer-trodden moss beds, the ferns by the rock wall, my Queen Anne’s lace, my yarrow. Inspired by this transition, I designed this hat, adorned with my beloved wildflowers, to represent the…