Meet the fruit that ripens in her own time.
Once mocked as odd, the medlar waits for frost and softening — transforming from overlooked to irresistible, from sharp to sweet. Merry Medlars celebrates that alchemy: mischievous, misunderstood, and full of hidden sweetness.

This print is a playful ode to feminine ripening — to late bloomers, wild hearts, and those who glow brightest after the world thinks their season has passed.
Pear curves, dark wings and wasps hone in on this secret feast: a reminder that what looks like the end is often just the beginning.