Brayberry Spring

Every spring on our farm, the same faithful blooms would appear—like old friends returning just when you needed them most. Pear blossoms, star magnolias, daffodils, spring beauty… each one a tiny, perfect reminder that life keeps blooming, even after we’ve moved on.

I didn’t draw these flowers. I grew them. Every one of these blooms came from our farm, where spring arrived with fresh country air. I photographed them, digitized them, and turned them into this collection—Brayberry Spring.

It’s a love letter to a place I’ll always miss. We don’t live at Brayberry Farm anymore, but these flowers still grow in my heart. This collection is my way of carrying that beauty forward—soft, whimsical, and rooted in memory.