it had been at least a couple of weeks since sofi had seen mary, and it was entirely because the former had barely left the greenhouse and her home lately. end of winter was rough for the trees and the flowers, but thankfully, and with the help of the nice weather starting to take over pelican, she had managed to save her daffodils and tulips. the hyacinths never seemed to be in trouble, although sofi sure had been worried for a moment there.
as a little tradition since they’d known each other, sofi grabbed some of her favorite flowers, a variety of white, yellow and orange daffodils, cut them all nice and neat, and placed them in one of her many spare vases to deliver to her friend. the woman knocked on the farmer’s door, never happier to live in a town so small where these kinds of gestures were nothing out of the ordinary, and gave the younger woman a grin when their eyes met. “good morning, i brought a gift.” sofi greeted, extending the vase of daffodils towards mary. @farmermary​