Lately, we’ve been thinking about the bond between women and flowers... Flowers have never meant just one thing. They have been offerings, blessings, a way to adorn oneself, even pressed between the pages of a book to preserve a memory that words could not. Perhaps that is why women have so often been compared to flowers~ not for their softness, but for their ability to hold so many meanings at once. A flower in bloom is never simply beautiful. It is a symbol of resilience after winter. Its tenderness survives despite the challenges of its environment. It speaks of lineage, ritual, celebration, and love. And like flowers, women cannot be reduced to a single symbol. We are wild and cultivated. Fragile in one season, enduring in the next. We carry stories inherited from the women before us, unfolding in our own time, in our own way. Perhaps flowers have always reminded us of women because both ask the same thing of the world: To be seen not only for how we bloom, but for everything it took to get there ✨✨