My Story: I bloomed in England, where skilled hands painted me with Manitoba’s cherished crocus—first flower of spring, symbol of resilience. Though born across the sea, my heart has always belonged to the prairies. I made my way to Canada, not to retire, but to begin anew. Now, I cradle a flame instead of tea. Each flicker is a tribute to where I’ve come from—and where I now belong. I am English porcelain with a prairie soul, glowing softly in my second bloom.