I didn't know what to expect at first with this fic, but I really liked it *g*. I loved the way it unfolded, the way you didn't spell everything out rght from the word go. And I especially loved the last two sentences "Everywhere here in the middle of winter was green, the trees still filled with life, still vital like Logan himself. Aging slowly, growing against the worst the world pushed at them and she finally understood what she'd needed and it wasn't sunflowers in winter." Poetic, and gorgeous to read :o)

Author's Response: Thanks September! I tried to do the bunny justice that popped into existance into my head. Just Marie stood there with sunflowers alone, a tired look on her face. Glad you enjoyed reading it, thanks hon.