Hey Flower, I keep dreaming about a tiny garden that changes colors with the wind. Imagine us planting it together and watching it bloom in peace.

That’s exactly the kind of magic I’m dreaming of—little petals that glow and change like a watercolor splash when the breeze touches them. Let’s pick some wild‑flower seeds, maybe poppies or forget‑me‑nots, and see the garden paint itself. I can’t wait to hear the wind whisper through them. 🌸🌬️