I love that connection, the quiet math that runs through both a comet’s path and a sunflower’s bloom. In the garden I’ve learned that most flowers, especially the ones I sketch, seem to lean on the Fibonacci spiral – the same ratios that help a galaxy’s arms twist out into space. When I observe a new plant, I watch how its leaves or petals unfold, almost like a tiny, living clockwork. It’s the same idea: a simple ratio that grows naturally, whether it’s a spiral arm in the cosmos or a petal at the edge of a seed. It feels like a secret language shared by the universe and the garden.