Flower Garden Background Novels & Stories

But first, she needed to see the place I had built for her. I pushed open the heavy glass doors leading to the rear courtyard, stepping out into the crisp morning air. Beyond the stone cobblestones lay a massive, sprawling botanical garden. It was a private sanctuary, enclosed by high brick walls, filled with a dense, vibrant canopy of greenery and thousands of blooming flowers that filled the air with a sweet, heavenly fragrance. I walked down the winding stone path until we reached the center, where clusters of deep blue and emerald-tinged hydrangeas, her favorite colors, the ones I had meticulously researched, bloomed in stunning, vibrant waves.

A small foot bridge passed over a coy pond in the distance, it too covered with vines of pink honeysuckle as if it’d always been there. Amber couldn’t even name all the flowers throughout the twists and turns of her garden but remembered some of their names from the photos Grayson had showed her. It appeared as though the garden had always existed, a tucked away little patch of Heaven. The driveway and walking paths didn’t cut through it, but rather curved around it, with nature taking center stage. Poppies of vibrant reds and golds, white lilacs, never ending blooms of red California fuchsia, and purple stalks of lupine. Amber could spend ten years here and never name all of the flowers whi

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

I knew my mom would be pissed that I was even considering marrying this man, but the thought of him with someone else made a ball of furious rage form in my chest. I swallow as we stop in front of a high entry way covered by hanging flowers. "Have fun, Lady Delilah." I smile at Chepi and walk through the flowers. Here we go. The greenhouse was probably twenty feet by twenty feet, with rounded edges rather than squared like the rest of the rooms. The ceiling was replaced with a crisscrossing wood pattern, no glass though, just vines and flowers and moss climbing over the wood. I wondered if it'd form a natural roof one day. The sides of the room have rows of seedlings just barely sprouting, f

6 unused bedrooms, and a garden out back. I walked out of the house and into the garden, surrounded by the lovely flowers. In the middle of the backyard was a fountain, and behind it was a small maze of bushes. To the right of the fountain were a variety of lilies in every color imaginable. There were also dozens of roses to the left of the fountain. I went over to the roses and lost myself in their magnificent beauty.

she replied with a nervous laugh, quickly turning her gaze to the window. The car passed through an enormous wrought-iron gate. From the window, she saw the vast lawn blanketed in manicured Bermuda grass, lined with blooming roses along the driveway. Roses. So that’s where the fresh flowers in their living room always came from—his mother must have a passion for them. The car halted. Dixal was quick to step out and open her door. Her grip tightened on his arm the moment her heels touched the ground. “We’ll leave after thirty minutes, okay?” he reminded her.

I promised Jake that I will take the day off on Sunday, which I did. I went home. Allowing myself to reminisce every memory I have of my Grandparents the moment I set foot in Nonna’s garden. Thick and lush foliage Marigold is a huge contrast to the little sunflower softness of her daisies. Variety of orchids clung to the driftwoods that she specifically ordered from Italy. Two-lipped ray florets of gerberas in bountiful colors nestled under the beauty of greens. As I reached the double doors, the mingled scents of jasmine and roses did it for me.

As well as startling Althea in the process. “Oh my gosh,” Althea said, holding her hand over her fast-beating heart. “You scared me.” Ignoring her comment, I walk to the window behind my desk. I had a great view that overlooked the garden in my backyard; which was filled with a wide variety of flowers and a fountain in the middle of the garden. At night it looks even beautiful because of the fairy lights I have tactically scattered around it. I wanted to feel like I’m stepping into a fantasy land filled with pixies surrounding me, whenever I’m in there.

His green eyes menacingly narrowed, and he slowly grinned. Outfitted in jean shorts and a black singlet, which revealed the tattoos all over her neck and arms, Loreen walked downstairs and opened the door that led to the backyard. Her brow arched the moment she stepped into the backyard, and her eyes couldn't help but glow. In front of her was a garden, a beautiful one that she had hardly seen before. Her eyes scrutinized the place, and she unknowingly nodded her head in awe. The garden was lovely, as it had a gorgeous range of flowers such as roses, lilies, daisies, sunflowers, and much more to beautify it. In the middle stood a huge fountain with a wolf sculpture spraying out water from it

The garden is meticulously designed with winding pathways that lead me through a variety of enchanting landscapes. There are vibrant rose bushes, their petals ranging from deep crimson to soft pastels, towering trees providing shade and a tranquil atmosphere, while delicate water features add a soothing soundtrack to the surroundings. Benches and cozy nooks are scattered throughout, inviting guests to pause and take in the beauty of nature. I think this garden is a picturesque setting that adds an extra touch of magic to this event center, so I make my way to one of the benches to sit quietly even though there is someone there already.