A MYSTERIOUS FLOWER happened to sprout one day in a garden, one that looked like no other. And while all the other flowers had a name     and knew      what       species   they belonged       to, the specific flower was left to wonder.

Our good flower waited patiently for his time to blossom so as to find out. Yet many months later, and as Spring came, all the other flowers blossomed, but he didn't. "Is it perhaps not my time yet?", he wondered as he saw the gardener water his garden. "Or is it that you are in the wrong garden perhaps?", a company of bees that had come to gather pollen from the flowers advised him.

Then summer came, and our good flower thought his time had finally come, as the gardener wouldn’t stop watering him. Many days passed, however, and nothing changed. The flower sat all alone and simply stared at the other flowers that opened their petals with amazement and awe. After giving the words of the bees a second thought, he decided to go out in nature for a walk.

"Is the forest maybe the correct place for me to blossom?", he asked a tiny fairy that he met on his way. "There's a place for everything… and a time too!", the fairy advised him and pointed at the top of a tall mountain. She then spread her wings and flew towards the mountain, leaving him to wonder and despair, as it was already August and he had probably run out of time.

Autumn came next, and our good flower was again disappointed, as the rest of the flowers, that is those that had not done so during Spring and Summer months, blossomed, leaving him behind. "Maybe my time will never come", said the flower with great disappointment in his eyes. Then, he searched for the fairy he had met in the woods.

He walked, and walked, until, at some point, he reached the footsteps of the mountain the fairy had pointed him to, the last time they met. Yet, as winter had kicked in for good, the poor flower became even more desperate. "The cold mountain is definitely not the place for me to grow...", he thought. No sooner had he finished the sentence, however, than the same fairy appeared on the horizon and waved at him from distance as if inviting him to chase her.

He, then, ran after her. The more he ran, the faster she flew to escape him, ascending the mountain at the same time. When, at some point, they were met with frost and snow, our good flower found it strange that he didn't feel any cold.

"How can it possible be?", he wondered, and took a look around. Everything was frozen.

"Well, look better", the fairy told him, and his reflection on ice then caught his attention. His yellow petals had finally grown and become beautiful like those of the other flowers. As soon as he realized he had finally blossomed, he flew with joy.

"Winter Flower is your name, and here is your family!", the fairy told him, then showed him a group of yellow flowers that had just blossomed like he did. They were all winter flowers that had been patiently waiting for Winter to come all year long, so they would finally get to grow and show their beauty to the other flowers that were withering in the cold.