Morning everyone and happy Juneteenth! I will be heading to a BBQ later but for now let’s get the morning prompts done. Mostly because it will settle my brain and make me less jittery. Then I am making curry coleslaw. For now, timers at the ready and off we go.
Oh stopping on this one was hard. I will be jotting things down. But the timer ended so here we are.
Thursday, June 19th: And this is the garden.
“And this is the garden,” Samantha opened the doors leading into the garden like a magician opening a cabinet of curiosities. Mike was inclined to laugh and suggest jazz hands until he saw the garden beyond.
He took two steps forward without even realizing it. The garden was magical and fully deserving of a grand entrance. ‘If anything she down played it. His steps took him to the stone patio. He looked down, feeling the shift from walking on the floorboards of the house to the stone. He blinked looking at his feet. He didn’t remember taking enough steps to get out of the house.
He frowned looking at the stone patio. He was used to stone patios and stone look tiles. This was something different. It looked to be one solid piece of stone. It was gray with flecks of mica imbedded in it.
‘Granite,’ he thought. ‘It’s one big granite slab.’
He shook the thought away. ‘It looks like one giant slab,’ he reminded himself. He knew it couldn’t be, that there was a trick or something. The slab ran the length of the back of the house and out about twelve feet providing amply patio space before the gardens really set in. It was far too big to be one single slab.
He dismissed it, reminding himself to find the trick later. For now he was more interested in the garden. There were giant pots of flowering things set out on the patio. They broke up the stretch of gray and provided some shade and color to the patio area. There were lower flowering pots with both flowers and scented herbs so that the air had a floral air prevented from being too cloying through herbal notes. While the flowers were beautiful, he noticed they were all produced by plants that were more vegetable than decorative. Most of the pots were filled with items that could be eaten.
‘At least the ones I can identify,’ he mentally added. There were a large number of plants he couldn’t identify. He allowed his steps to take him passed the potted plants and the seating scattered about them. His feet shifted from stone to dirt pathways. The garden was laid out before him and somehow seemed much bigger than he thought possible. The paths were wide and lined with fences. To the fences were attached espaliered trees.
‘Apple I think,’ he mused as he walked. ‘Not the same apple though.’
The trees were in bloom at the moment their branches stretching out to delineate the edges of the pathway and intertwining with each other. He could see the different trees by the difference in the flower colors. The shade differences were subtle in some cases, more glaring in others and ranged from snow white to an almost lurid pink with every shade of pink between.
Looking at them Mike was oddly reminded of children playing a game of red rover. He suspected the appearance was partially due to the fact that the trees only came to his waist. The tree fences outlined the rest of the garden beds.
Ten til Midnight 