There’s a little old table by the window light, Threads and wildflowers scattered through the night, Honey in the teacup, lace upon the floor, Every little stitch tells a story from before Bumbles and Brambles Country hearts and tangled vines, Soft old fabrics, bees and twine, Handmade slow, with love and soul, Little stitched treasures to warm your home From weathered roads and garden gates, To patchwork dreams and keepsake traits, Every bag and bookmark too, Carries country skies in every hue Bumbles and Brambles Wildflowers dancing in the breeze, Threads of memory through the trees, Not made fast, not made the same, Every piece has its own sweet name So when you hold these handmade things, You hold the quiet that country brings, A little warmth, a softer way, Bumbles & Brambles stitched into your day…
