A charcoal basin placed in the room. The fragrance filling the air owes everything to it. When Yunfang was he…
A charcoal basin placed in the room. The fragrance filling the air owes everything to it.
When Yunfang was here, she would add fresh charcoal before dawn and stir the ash by mid-morning, using the heat to steam snow blocks and coax flowers to bloom in deep winter.
But now, Granny Song often confuses the hours. The fire waxes and wanes, leaving a few buds in the corner stunted and unbloomed.