Be Like The Grass I pressed flower art but also gentle

but also gentle

I gathered the spider plant from my friend’s greenhouse garden in March

whose name means "order" and "universe

and pressed by me across the seasons

the gentle whispers of the forest invite all to pause and revel in the beauty of connection and peace

Be Like The Grass I pressed flower art but also gentleSpring had finally arrived. I collected the grass on a drizzly day while visiting my friends organic farm in May. The grass looked so fresh in the rain. While it might not boast the same beauty as the flowers during this season, it thrives and can survive the winter while flowers fade. Be like the single blade of grass. For it too has been trampled on, mowed down, and endured bitterly cold stretches that forced it to shut down to survive. Yet, it