One crisp March morning, a young boy named Leo appeared at her fence. “My science teacher says sunflowers are autumn flowers,” he announced. “But my grandpa says they’re summer. Who’s right?”

Elara smiled and handed him a seed. “Come back on the longest day of the year.”

Elara knelt beside a sunflower whose head was just beginning to droop with the weight of its ripening seeds. “Wait three months,” she whispered.

Leo picked a fallen seed and held it in his palm. He finally understood. Sunflowers aren't owned by a single season—they are the bridge between them. They are the energy of summer and the generosity of autumn.