The Flower Who Remembered and the Grass Who Hid — Part 1: The Naming Day
Long, long ago, before gardens had fences, before forests had paths, and before any flower had a name, the world was brand new. Every plant had already found its place. The tall ones stretched toward the sun. The round ones curled close to the ground. The prickly ones lined the edges of rocky hills, and the soft ones nestled by streams and ponds. They all grew exactly where they were meant to grow. ...