In the act of gathering and arranging flowers, I find stillness. It’s a moment where time pauses, and I’m reminded that beauty doesn’t need to shout—it exists quietly, waiting to be noticed. I come from a long line of women who found beauty even in the hardest times. Their hands worked the earth, shaping grace out of whatever was given. That sense of care, resilience, and quiet creation lives on in wreaths and flowers I craft today.
