The Month You Arrived

Every month has its flower, and every flower has its meaning — and this series paints each one alive in its own month: the carnation still opening in January's coldest light, the morning glory at its single September dawn, the paperwhite forced to bloom in December's dark. The cover is the flower growing, in its month's weather and hour. The inside is the flower given — cut, gathered, wrapped, on its way to someone, because that is what a birthday flower is for.