I love flowers very much. Especially wild ones. Those that grow by themselves, without beds, without flowerpots, without anyone's permission.
As a child, I always picked wildflower bouquets - daisies, bluebells, cornflowers. My mother put them in a jar, and they stood on the windowsill like a little summer. I believed that every flower has a soul.
When I grew up, nothing changed. I can still stop on the street to smell a peony. Buy myself tulips for no reason.
Flowers are about tenderness, femininity and joy. I dream that there would always be fresh flowers in my house. And that whoever is nearby would know: even one bud can make my day.