Hosting

A white bloom that opens only after dark, when the conservatory goes quiet.

Petals still warm from the morning sun, sweetened by a bite of lychee.

Rose petals pressed into dark, smoky wood.

A warm evening by the conservatory stove.

A floral that lingers softly, long after the room is empty.

A moment to slip away, without leaving home.

Woodsmoke and spice drifting through a snow-framed window.

Green as the first day of spring, held in a ritual.

A bloom that never fades — the whole conservatory in one box.