Beneath the exuberance of a dahlia lies something remarkable. Petals gather around the center in spirals, each row echoing the last, drawing the eye along with them without asking for it. There's a kind of order to it that you feel before you can explain it. Follow those petals inward. The longer you look, the more the rest of the world seems to quiet around them. And yet no two dahlias arrange themselves quite the same way. This individuality is part of the pleasure of designing with...

Certain moments ask for something more than ribbons. We have always answered with flowers. In ancient Greece, laurel was woven into wreaths for the victors of chariot races and equestrian contests. England's Ascot Racecourse became known for its grand floral displays. Kentucky Derby winners have their shoulders draped with hundreds of red roses sewn into a garland. For centuries, wherever horse and rider have met at the height of their skill, flowers have been right there beside them, and the...

The soil remembers what it grew before. And sometimes, what takes root next tells a new story of the same land. This time of year, the shortest distance between a field and your table is measured in hours, not miles. Sunflowers open at dawn a few towns over and land in our shop by afternoon. Queen Anne's lace comes in loose and airy, black-eyed Susans still holding their shape from the field, snapdragons rising tall above it all. Much of what fills these buckets is grown on land that...