“I must have flowers, always, and always.”
When I was a little girl I would help my great-grandmother, Ella, tend to her roses. On warm summer evenings we ventured out at dusk and together we removed the dried petals to make way for new buds. Each year my mother picked a bouquet of her beautiful roses and surprised me with them on the morning of my birthday. This is how my love for flowers began.
All flowers have their own unique shape and color, each so incredibly detailed ~ Combined with other blooms, their beauty is magnified to create a work of art. ~ Cherie
