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.
The old wooden sign above the door simply read The Weaver’s Rest , though most folks in town called it the "Basket Cave." where to buy empty baskets for gift baskets
She spent an hour wandering the aisles of empty potential. She chose a for the modern mom, a traditional oval splint basket for the retiree, and a handful of miniature berry baskets just because they were too charming to leave behind. Clara nodded, picking up a with a high handle