"I know the season," he said, clutching his coat collar. "But I need them today. For my wife. It’s her birthday, and she... she doesn't have until spring."
"No," he said, tucking a bright yellow bloom behind her ear. "The world was just running a bit late. I went ahead and started without it." buy daffodils out of season
"Elias," she whispered, her hand reaching out to catch a stem. "It’s too early." "I know the season," he said, clutching his coat collar
Mara stopped trimming the eucalyptus. She looked at the shop—filled with the deep reds of autumn mums, the dried browns of decorative wheat, and the waxy greens of winter berries. Daffodils were a memory of April, a burst of reckless yellow that had no business in a world turning gray. "I know the season