The flowers grow in his garden, unbidden and untended. Little miracles that stretched from the end and beginning of winter. Stiles did his research - extensively and obsessively - about it and all he could come up with was that they were stubborn perennials. The pink and yellow Tulips and their bulbs that never quit die. Basket-of-Gold that like to spread and bloom in between the gravel he tried to cover it with.
But then he looked up some of the other plants - the snapdragons and marigolds - and they're annuals. They have to be planted every year and Stiles is definitely not working that hard for a plant. And neither is his dad.
It drives him crazy. One night he spent our pulling them out and digging up the bulbs. It leaves his hands bloody and torn but by the end of the week they're all ready to bloom again.