The flowers of the Seed ranch grew rapidly.

Bud after bud burst forth, while those already opened expanded to full maturity.

The colour of the Seed ranch deepened.
One night, after hours of waiting, Vanamee felt upon his cheek the touch of a prolonged puff of warm wind, breathing across the little valley from out the east.

It reached the Mission garden and stirred the branches of the pear trees.

It seemed veritably to be compounded of the very essence of the flowers.