In the bleak of winter, the memory of the colors drew me back to the wooden box. Inside were wrinkled seed packets of every flower imaginable, from poppies and sweet peas to sunflowers and dahlias- each stippled in earthy reds, yellows, and greens. Like obedient pupils, they sat upright in alphabetical order according to their scientific names, baring handwritten notes about their temperment- Happiest in the shade. Likes to be sung to. Isn't as fragile as she seems.