I bought this bouquet at our farmer’s market on Sunday, it spoke to me, the only words that come to me are “explosively beautiful.” Maria squawked for a few minutes that I didn’t need to buy her a bouquet like that, but I could see she loved it and is taking great care of it.

This morning, I went downstairs early and it was sitting in the Windowsill Gallery, greeting the morning sun. I love this bouquet, it is so rich, dense, and alive. It might be a magic bouquet, or might be that an angel has taken it’s form and come to inspire me.