Apparently during Flowerbirth there was some sort of festival that went on, and people made things to contribute to it. Or so Emmett said. That made Phoebe anxious. What on earth could she make to contribute to such a festival, especially considering she had never attended one! Of course, she could have asked Emmett. Did she though? Nope. He had other things on his mind to worry about more than her contribution to a festival. However, a recent gift caught her eye as she was mulling it over and gave her inspiration.
Flower crowns! She could make flower crowns for the women – and she supposed men if they wanted – to wear. It was pretty and fun and served no purpose other than that. Frivolity was part of festival thinking anyways right? So she went out and gathered some flowers. Honeysuckle for joy and devotion, daffodils for rebirth, orange and yellow lilies for passion and gaiety, yarrow for love…all flowers she thought both pretty and perfectly symbolic for the season. She had them carefully trimmed and organized in little piles on her porch, deciding to enjoy the day as she set to her task of weaving together the crowns.
Flower crowns! She could make flower crowns for the women – and she supposed men if they wanted – to wear. It was pretty and fun and served no purpose other than that. Frivolity was part of festival thinking anyways right? So she went out and gathered some flowers. Honeysuckle for joy and devotion, daffodils for rebirth, orange and yellow lilies for passion and gaiety, yarrow for love…all flowers she thought both pretty and perfectly symbolic for the season. She had them carefully trimmed and organized in little piles on her porch, deciding to enjoy the day as she set to her task of weaving together the crowns.
