The sunlight filters gently through the clouds to shine upon the garden. The garden itself is split into two sections: one for me, and one for mother.
On my side, the sunlight carresses the petals of my flowers. In the furthermost corner, hyacinths bloom, and next to them, the scent of lavender drifts through the air. In front of them, the rosebuds threaten to spill out of the raised bed. Peeking up from the patch of pink, daisies appear to be green and white weeds, but try to convince any onlookers that they belong.
My mothers side is all in straight, orderly lines. Green lines of rosemary, more lavender, and some mint all scent the air.
I sit inside, staring at the garden witha blank look on my face, wishing that I could lie next to the rose-bed, absorbing the soothing scents of our garden and its unity within. |
Submission Name: The Garden
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