My love for flowers began when I was a little girl admiring my dad’s love for watercolor paintings of florals. I admired the vibrant colors, the way their petals were uneven yet shaped perfectly to display their natural beauty. I grew more and more intrigued by their presence and how they can spark joy, journeying through nature’s course, they lead a graceful life.
Many may feel that their beauty is one that is temporal, but being the sentimentalist that I am, I believe that every occasion, every life has their own season to weather and it is in that that though their beauty has a timeline, it leaves a permanent mark. Marking an end or a beginning to a new season.
My name is May and I am born in the month of December. The month of May blooms spring while December invites winter, marking the end of a beginning. Thus, May in December is born.