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9.5” x 15.75”
Custom framing upon request, please inquire.
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She once grew along a sun-drenched hedge in 1907, when afternoons stretched longer and everything smelled faintly of rain and new earth.
The Primula veris, or Cowslip, was beloved by apothecaries and poets alike—thought to bring luck, or love, or maybe just a little lightness to the heart. This one, a golden-yellow marvel, was gathered by hand and carefully pressed, her bell-like blooms now quiet, but no less luminous.
Over a century later, this antique pressed flower still glows with a kind of pastoral warmth. A whisper of spring, frozen in time. Her stems curve with gentle memory, and her petals seem to remember bees, breezes, and the hand that once held her.
Unframed. Honest. Enduring.
A meadow’s keepsake.
She once grew along a sun-drenched hedge in 1907, when afternoons stretched longer and everything smelled faintly of rain and new earth.
The Primula veris, or Cowslip, was beloved by apothecaries and poets alike—thought to bring luck, or love, or maybe just a little lightness to the heart. This one, a golden-yellow marvel, was gathered by hand and carefully pressed, her bell-like blooms now quiet, but no less luminous.
Over a century later, this antique pressed flower still glows with a kind of pastoral warmth. A whisper of spring, frozen in time. Her stems curve with gentle memory, and her petals seem to remember bees, breezes, and the hand that once held her.
Unframed. Honest. Enduring.
A meadow’s keepsake.
9.5” x 15.75”
Custom framing upon request, please inquire.