Rosetta’s Garden
Originally published on December 21, 2005
Happy Winter Solstice! I personally love nature, and although I love Hanukah, I love wishing someone a happy solstice instead. Something about saying that is so magical to me. I took special care to get this written. I tried to describe it uniquely and did the best I could. Hope you enjoy.
Satin flowers spread miles of fields like butter. Poppies sprang through lavender and buttercups. Sunflowers sat in the leaves as if they were meditating soaking in the sunrays. On the edge of the far field hibiscus grew alongside morning glories climbing up birch and maples. Carrots stuck their orange heads out of the ground and tomatoes slithered along the ground. Pumpkins sat lazily in the middle of a shady patch and strawberries reached for sunny spots on the ground. In the middle of the garden was a fountain filled with lucid water reflecting everything around it. On the western edge of the circular basin sat an elderly lady playing a harp. Her hair was lily-of-the-valley white and her skin was softly wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Her hands were nimble as they flew across the strings. Music caressed the plants in the garden as the sun slowly glided across the sky. When it go colder and the sky rosy, she got up and disappeared through the trees.
Pilly was sitting in the maple tree opposite the woman all day and he yawned as he leaned back on his branch. I wonder he thought when Rosetta will play again. The moon faded into the sky as colors bid the sun farewell for the day. The stars came out and dotted the sky as Pilly fell asleep.
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I like it, its very peaceful and soothing