They had been planted together, all those many seasons ago and developed a warm relationship with each other. Late in the bloom season, they would engage in a friendly competition to be the last in their bed to flower. While each contained both male and female parts, one leaned a bit more masculine and the other feminine. This year, she began to flower first, bright and bold in stark contrast to the forest of flowerless stalks that remained in the bed.
The next morning, he began to bloom. Deeper orange in color with less petal curl. She thought he looked magnificent.
She had begun to wane but for this single, mild August day, they bloomed together. They loved each other and looked forward to the coming dormancy, snuggled against the coming cold, roots entwined, awaiting the warming Spring.
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