Spring is such a wondrous time, is it not?
It is when the flowers are to bloom, and a sweet fragrance hangs in the air.
It is also the time when people are most happy, and relationships form.
It is such a beautiful thing - I wish I could take part in such joyous events, but perhaps I shall just spend my time with the flowers that I am perhaps named after.
Though I cannot tell white flowers from others, I wish to have a bundle. To every flower their own, but they all give off scents that I adore.
I wonder if the individuals of this household hibernate during the cold seasons.
I've not heard from many of them since winter, but now it has