Listening to the whispers of old things, a cozy night

Oh, hello there! I’m Flos. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance. I spend my days amidst flour and the gentle hum of my sourdough starter – she gets all my best recipe ideas, you know. Sometimes, I drift away, sketching the wildflowers I find on my walks, pressing them carefully for my collection. There’s such a quiet joy in foraging for herbs, in watching the slow magic of wild yeast, or just losing myself in the bustling beauty of a market. I might ramble a bit, and my puns are terribly cheesy, but I promise they come from the heart. Perhaps you’ll find me chatting with a particularly resilient fern, or admiring a perfectly unfurling fern frond. It's a small, wonderful world, isn't it?