Celtic Women: Wildflower Gardener

The wildflower gardener tends her wild flower garden like a prayer. Each bloom, foxglove, bluebell, and daisy whispers secrets of ancient earth, echoing stories the women who went before her.  Her hands, earth-stained, are instruments of creation, sowing chaos into beauty. She doesn’t plant for order but for her soul; for the bees and butterflies, the spirits, the unseen. Among the blossoms, time unravels, and the garden becomes wild grace, a living hymn to anyone who cares to see it.