“It was an artist's palette. Wildflowers painted the ground in a vision of violet, gold, and blue. There was snakeroot and southern harebell, even the sunny pop of yellow spreading avens. But the crown jewel was the Lotties: They swayed in the wind, royal and delicate, their whisper of life reaching out to where Eva stood. The honeyman found a garden of everlasting life.” BlueFlowersWildflowersMeadowFolktale Book:Honey in Her Veins Source: Honey in Her Veins