My mother, in my child's eye memory, spent every weekend in her sprawling english garden. Her rose garden, her vegetable garden, her endless flower beds. Digging, pruning, caring, loving those miracles of nature. 

And now here I am. I can't seem to keep my hands off them either. 

What I love most about my floral creations is how they delight. Making someone's day really is good for the soul.