12x12x1.5
Acrylic 
Black painted sides
Every spring, a trail of yellow flowers appears by the little blue cottage and winds its way across the meadow like it has somewhere to go.
No one plants them. They simply show up.
The old stories say the flowers are guides, not to treasure, but to the small wonders people forget to notice along the way.
And if you follow them far enough, you may not find anything extraordinary…
except the quiet joy of the journey. 🌼