Aquilegia Instant

Elara had found the seeds in an rusted tin tucked away in her grandmother’s attic, labeled only with a fading, elegant script: Aquilegia: Granny’s Bonnets .

They looked like tiny, whimsical birds taking flight, or perhaps, as her grandmother had written, little bonnets waiting for a stroll. aquilegia

"You are a quiet, joyful thing, aren't you?" Elara murmured, touching the soft, dangling petals. Elara had found the seeds in an rusted