“That’s everything,” Elara said. “It doesn't hoard its beauty. It doesn't save it for a rainy day. It shows up exactly on time, gives every last bit of what it has, and then it lets go. And the next morning, a new one is ready for its own 8:47.”
Leo looked at the basket. It was a mess of sticky, trumpet-shaped blooms, some fresh and vibrant, others wrinkled into brown, wet tissues. “They’re all dying,” he said. petunia bloom time
“There’s work to do,” she said.