Mother's Day Reflections
To all the extraordinary moms in our lives…
As the gardens begin to wake, I find myself pausing, reflecting on the quiet strength and enduring grace of mothers.
Mother’s Day has always felt like more than a holiday to me. It’s a moment to recognize the deep, often unseen threads that connect us: the hands that tied our shoes, folded our laundry, and tucked us in at night; the voices that reassured us when we doubted ourselves; the love that guided us into becoming who we are.
I think of my own mother—her soft presence and her steady way of making a house feel like home. I remember the scent of her perfume, the hum of her voice as she moved through the kitchen, the way her garden always seemed to bloom with effortless beauty. She taught me how to notice the little things, how to arrange flowers, how to find my way through the world with quiet strength even when I struggled. She gave me roots, and wings to fly.
I also think of the many ways we mother as women—in friendships, in creativity, in tending to others, in building beautiful lives out of ordinary days. Whether you are a mother, long to be one, miss your own, or have found mothering in other forms, this weekend is for you too.
“In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.”
- Alice Walker
At the shop, we’ve been wrapping up flowers and gifts with extra care this week—little bundles of joy to honor the women who give so much of themselves. Whether it’s a candle that smells like springtime, a floral bouquet wrapped in vintage ribbon, or just a simple handwritten card, sometimes it’s the smallest gestures that hold the most love.
Bonne Fête des Mères
To all the mothers, grandmothers, mother figures, and nurturers of all kinds: thank you. Your love is a quiet revolution, blooming in the hearts of those you’ve touched.
Wishing you a Mother’s Day filled with peace, beauty, and moments that remind you just how cherished you are.
Much love,
Sandra
