"Back again, Clara?" Arthur didn't look up from the reed he was soaking. He was surrounded by towers of empty baskets that reached toward the rafters.
Clara nodded, picking up a with a high handle. It felt solid, capable of holding the weight of her homemade jams without the bottom bowing. "The vessel is half the gift," she whispered. where to buy empty baskets for gift baskets
"I need variety, Arthur," she said, trailing her hand over a sturdy . "Something deep enough for wine bottles, but also something delicate. Maybe a white-washed willow for the nursery gifts?" "Back again, Clara