My Story: I was crafted in England, brushed with clusters of gentle violets symbols of thoughtfulness and quiet strength. I once graced dainty tea tables where morning light spilled through lace curtains, and soft conversation drifted above the porcelain rim. My purple blooms carried the scent of calm afternoons and secret dreams written in cursive on pale stationery. When I journeyed across the sea to Canada, I found a new purpose in flame. Now, as I glow once more, my light hums softlylike a violet’s whisper, delicate but enduring.