Seasoned

That year, winter and spring mixed to form one season that produced ice cold flowers blooming day and night, and it became popular to put them in drinks and cocktails. Eventually the flowers would melt into the drink, with roses giving an earthy and simple flavor while jasmine was sweet as could be. You could get a chrysanthemum popsicle if you requested it. And as the trend spread, humans replaced bees as the main pollinators, with gardens growing in their bellies and manifesting outwards in songs and melodies. The audible cross-breeds would then get into the ear canal and settle there, so that as people walked through the motionless and silent beds of frozen blooms they could still hear the gentle rustling of the leaves in their ears. A post-nasal drip became an enviable condition as it gave the sufferer whiffs of flowers all day long with the occasional drop of violet sweetness in the back of the throat. There were a few cases of severe allergies, though, gardens growing in highly allergic environments, and surgery would often be needed, the doctors replanting the abdominal and sinus cavities with less irritating flora. It was, and always will be, an interesting time to be alive.