Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [06/02].

[white_oleander]

There was an abundance of eucalyptus crowded around the counter when Astrid came in that day, and all the teas available to brew seemed to be very heavy on the cloves. Add that to the fact that there was a distinct icy chill in the air that day and Astrid couldn't help wondering if sometimes, this place managed to tap into something deep within her psyche and pull up all the things to make her remember things that she'd rather forget.

I am your home, she’d once said, and maybe it was still true. But it wasn't what Astrid wanted to think about when she was finally starting to feel comfortable here again.

Even the orchid with his little electric guitar was playing 'Michelle,' one of Ingrid's favorites. She used to sing it in French.

In the one letter among dozens that Astrid had allowed herself to read, she'd mentioned that she was learning how to astral project. Of course, Astrid didn't believe that.

But then there were days like these, where there was eucalyptus everywhere, the tea tasted of cloves, and Ingrid's brassy voice in French invaded her head, that Astrid started to wonder if maybe she should believe.

Covent Garden is open!