The Quiet Beauty of Tiera George’s Florals

Home for Tiera George started with her mother’s yard. “My mom was a really big decorator,” Tiera says. What first comes to mind when she thinks of home is the flower beds, the wreaths on the door, the faux arrangements waiting just inside the entrance. The rhythm of the upkeep and changing of the yard with the seasons followed her all the way into a shop of her own.

In sixth grade, Tiera was cutting grass and pulling weeds alongside her mother, thinking about anything except flowers. “At that age, I never thought that I was going to be a florist; I was just like, ‘Oh, I don’t like doing this in the heat,’” she says. There was one rule in the house: if her mom worked outside, Tiera worked outside, learning early on what it meant to show up beside someone and put in labor. “Once I got older, I started reflecting on that process and thinking about the things we were planting, and then also thinking about how I was involving flowers and plants in my daily life. I had a bit more appreciation for it,” Tiera says. “And I’ve just been doing it ever since.” A weekend chore turned into a full sensory education years before she had the language to name it.