The garden is not really mine. I am the current keeper. A meditation on flowers, mothers, daughters, Celtic heritage, and the four generations of women whose hands still tend these plants alongside my own.

The most beautiful arrangements are never the ones we plan. They are the ones the garden offers in its own time — and we are quiet enough to receive them. The first edition of The Design Eye explores what a morning after the rain taught about beauty, intention, and the design of a gathered life.