She named the flowers; the carpet underfoot still answers to her. Swanlux is learning the same patience.
Hint: rearrange “rich sol.” The product blooms when the joke stops needing fertilizer.
Keep the hush and the hue; only what grows behind them will change.
When Swanlux steps out, this page becomes the foyer. Until then: rooted, wry, mildly smug about spring.