At times she thought of the gardens as her children.
She had created them, taking the time to plant, to nurture, to discipline.
And they brought her joy.
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But as he walked he glanced around, then stopped, staggered. Her gardens were a world.
Arches and arbors, slopes and flows. Stone paths softened by moss spreading through the cracks meandered through rivers and floods of flowers. Some were tender with spring, some already reigned. Not just blooms, he realized, but the green.
There were so many tones and textures of it that each spill or shimmer of pink or white, yellow or blue against it added a wonder.
There were pools of water, the glint of copper from a sundial, the charm of a dancing faerie twirling in the shrubbery.
He could see benches tucked here and there, some in sun, some in shade, inviting visitors to sit, to enjoy.
He couldn’t imagine what it would be like when the young plants burst into full summer bloom, when the vines finished their climb up the arbors.
Couldn’t conceive of the color and shape, the perfume.
Unable to resist, he wandered along some of the stone paths, trying to imagine how she had done it.
How she had turned what had been a pretty, if pedestrian, garden, a stretch of manicured lawn, and the single formal terrace he remembered into a celebration.
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