A Half Built Garden Novels & Stories

“Um, I’m not sure you can surprise me with something good down here, and I’m not sure I want it, either.” He turned around right as I heard a loud familiar hiss. Both of my hands covered my scream of surprise before I managed to say, “You didn’t?” He suddenly had a cocky smile and nodded, “I did.” He started walking again, but I ran past him, excited, feeling more joy than I could have in the past two weeks. There was a light at the end of one of the rows, and I ran toward it. “This is only temporary. I am having a place designed and built in the gardens starting tomorrow for it.”

he continued. Lerina observed again carefully. Beside the building, there was still a large area, "Create a small garden here!" said Lerina, pointing to the right side of the building. "According to the original concept, wouldn't the garden be built on the left, ma'am?" "Mmm, yes there is still a small garden with a fish pond, here the garden will be the boundary between the orphanage and the school. I want the children to be less bored." The man opened the paper again. It's easy to change it because this is the outdoor section.

I asked him, irritated that he wasn't answering my questions. I rolled my eyes at him as he said, "You'll see." Yes, thank you very much! I take my time getting a good look at the place. It's a two-story house, as far as I can tell. The ground floor was finished, and the first floor was halfway finished. The front garden has a two-tier Boca Hexagon Fountain with no water in the middle, and long grasses surround the entire area, indicating that no one has used it in years. “Whose residence is this?” I inquired, looking around. Logan remained silent for a moment before responding.

"It's enormous for growing things." She was right the garden was probably half an acre, not vast by country standards, vast by the standards of a child who had been conducting her horticultural program on a terrace planter for six months. She walked the perimeter of it with the purposeful step of someone conducting an assessment, Gerald tucked against her, occasionally stopping to crouch and look at something in the soil. Ethan and I stood at the edge of the garden and watched her do this. He was beside me and his hand found mine without looking, the way it always did now.

he asked as he looked at the flats of seedlings she had already placed down. “Yeah. It is simple. Some of these things may or may not grow. However, it is best to try. Since you have a large yard and we will find the back and side with the planters and then this it will be different with what I know how to do. This will also be a semi-vertical garden. We will have to build a few things for the vines to grow on, so they won't get tangled together, and we can walk the growth of the veggie or fruit.” She replied.

Cillian took me to the east area of the Castle, where there was a building separate from it, and had a semicircular structure made of glass. The building was located in the middle of the yard, and was guarded by several fierce-faced guards. “This is the Garden House, do you like it?” I nodded smiling. Ah, this is what they've been building all this time? No wonder I couldn't get into this area the other day, apparently they were building this Garden house. I didn't even notice it from the balcony.

The path was old stone, uneven, the edges lost under a jungle of boxwood and honeysuckle and whatever else the gardener felt like ignoring that week. Half the beds were half-dead, but every so often you’d get a blast of color—orange daylily, red columbine, a patch of daffodils trying to reclaim a corner near the back wall. The whole thing was boxed in by a brick fence and a thicket of cypress trees. I’d never liked the garden; it made the house feel even bigger and emptier, like it was built for people who’d all moved on. Thomas was waiting by the dry fountain in the middle, rolling his neck like he was about to step onto a football field and not a fifty-year-old flagstone patio.

Then I went to the cabinet under the sink. I took out the small bundle of things I kept for the building’s back garden a trowel, a pair of gloves, a roll of twine I used for staking the tomato plants the super let me grow in the two square feet of dirt by the back fence. I went down to the garden. And I planted them. ── I know you cannot plant cut tulips.

She's in a hurry. "Just take it, go now, or you will be late." he said. Nodded, she steps out from the car and thank him before she fled to her faculty. …. Meanwhile, in the Sun House, Aaron was busy doing some gardening with Asher at the backyard. "Daddy, look! look!" he pointed his little finger at the space that he does his gardening. "Hm? What is it?" he asked and looked at the direction Asher shows him. His eyes fell on the ground which has cabbage and some kind of flower plant beside it.

“Do you have pictures?” Max nods, “Yes, Craige should have some out today, so you can see all the progress being made.” We park in front of a large garage door. “Are you ready?” I nodded. Max opens my door and takes my hand as I exit the car. My eyes seem to bounce from one thing to another. The gardens are freshly done, and the outside of the house has an archway to a covered porch where two double iron doors sit. I look up at Max, “It’s so grand. I feel out of place.”