Roses for a Holiday

[bibis_flower]

Fleurette is all for new holidays that mean people get flowers. Nevermind the meaning. She is in the main room of the Mansion with a basket of cut roses of all colors, giving the blooms to whoever will take them. There is nothing wrong with the blooms except maybe a few thorns on the stems.

Comments

[misselthrush]

Oh! Did you plant these?

[bibis_flower]

"I am afraid not. I helped tend them the last few years. I think Louise made the garden many years ago."

[misselthrush]

I did not plant the roses in my garden, either. My Aunt Lilias did, before, while it was still hers; but then it died and my friend Dickon and I brought it back to life.

[bibis_flower]

"I like roses. Most flowers. They are so happy, and don't care about the whims of people."

[misselthrush]

"Yes," says Mary, with a fleeting smile. "Flowers are good company. I've planted some here, out in the gardens. Larkspur and daffodils and lilies-of-the-valley..."

[bibis_flower]

"Oh? Can you show me?" Fleurette hasn't caught on that it may be winter in the Mansion gardens. It's late early summer in Lou Mas.

[misselthrush]

"I would, but it is winter still. Things have not yet begun to show above the ground."

[bibis_flower]

"Oh dear. Perhaps you can come home with me. I can show you the lilac bushes."

[misselthrush]

"Where is your home? I would dearly love to see them!"

[bibis_flower]

"Lou Mas, France. I just... go out the back door. You can't miss it."