“That’s Elara’s bloom,” Margaret remarked with a gentle smile. “She once tended to these—folks call them remembrance blossoms. She claimed they thrive wherever affection runs deep, where recollections are treasured, and where yesterday intertwines with today.” A glass of
🍋Continue embracing life with intention and happiness. I make my way to the ancient stone fountain, where I fill the pitcher to prepare the chilled tea. The water comes out cool and crisp, and I toss in the mint, lemon balm, and lavender, giving it a soft stir. After letting th