For The Love of Flowers

When I was a little girl of 9, our family used to holiday in a little seaside town named Kleinmond every December. The most beautiful Hydrangea flowers grew everywhere.

I loved them.

With the innocence of a child, I picked some of them from people’s gardens. I would take these flowers back to the campsite and I sell each stem for 21 cents. Little did I know that later in my life, flowers would become my vocation.