" ...theirs was a quiet relationship, slowly unfurling like petals on a rose. She had to let nature take its time. Nana had always said the most beautiful blooms on her rosebushes were the last of the season. The most fragrant. The most colorful. 'Those late blooms always flourish the most. They'll be around long after the others have been blown away. You wait and see. "

― Hazel Gaynor , The Cottingley Secret