From childhood moments spent in the garden to now, I have always had an obsession with flowers. The color, fragility juxtaposing resilience, and beauty was a siren call.  Craved to create with my hands I would throw myself into projects and was known to roam my childhood neighborhood trimming flowers and gathering from various yards to create my own arrangements. My grandmother's neighbor, recognizing my passion, would even cut heirloom roses from his prized garden especially for me.

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I would make small hand bouquets, wrap the stems in foil with water and bring them to friends, teachers and family. During the holidays my grandmother would bring out her antique silver and crystal, letting me arrange to my hearts content. It felt so precious, and cultivated a sense of ritual and beauty grounded in the experience of flowering. 

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