Winter Garden の小説・ストーリー

A soft voice, just barely audible, floated between my conscious and unconscious state. ‘Winter. Winter, don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. Stay strong, Winter. Stay strong…’

We pass through the gardens. Cold breeze blows through the vast expanse of open space. The snowfall from last night has melted some, leaving little slushes of melted snow around, which servants are busy cleaning. “The gardens are a sight to behold in the spring,” Zen tells me, noticing my stare “In a few months, this whole place would be heavy with floral scents.” In a few months, I give him a weak smile. I don’t know what to expect from this world in a few months.

** Dreams in Bloom** The frost of winter began to ease as early spring tiptoed into Port Haven. The sun lingered a little longer in the sky each day, teasing the frozen ground awake. The garden, once a still canvas of snow, now showed signs of life. Tiny green shoots began to push through the earth, and the greenhouse buzzed with quiet activity as Lillian and Nicholas spent their days preparing for the season ahead.

**Seeds of Change** Winter arrived in Port Haven with a quiet intensity, blanketing the town in a layer of soft white snow. The garden that Lillian and Nicholas had worked so hard to tend was now a peaceful scene of bare branches and gently frosted flower beds, resting beneath the quiet weight of winter. Despite the cold, there was a warmth in the air—a sense of anticipation and contentment that had taken root in their hearts.

The weather here is starting to get colder. Soon, winter will roll in. I move to the large windows and gaze out to the view, sighing. Outside the window, the serene garden unfolds like a painter's masterpiece. Lush emerald grass stretches like a velvety carpet, adorned with an array of vibrant flowers that dance in harmony with the gentle breeze. Sunlight filters through the leaves of ancient trees nestled into far corners of the estate buildings, casting intricate patterns of dappled shade upon the scene. The closer I look, the more beautiful it gets.

Old Physician’s POV: The old abandoned garden was a hidden oasis of natural wonder. Nestled deep in the forest, protected by towering oak trees, it felt lost in time. The wooden gate creaked open to reveal a winding stone pathway, with flowers and plants tumbling over in an unruly yet beautiful mess. Autumn had descended upon the garden, the summer blooms fading into a riot of orange, red and gold. The cloudy sky was reflected in puddles on the ground from the recent rain. A crisp chill hung in the air, signaling the coming winter.

The garden was a stark contrast to her internal turmoil, its serenity a stark reminder of the storm raging within her Her gaze drifted absently over the array of flowers that painted the landscape with vibrant hues, their petals untouched by the frost that clung to the ground. The world seemed to hold its breath in the hushed stillness of the winter morning, as if nature itself recognized the fragility of the moment.

he just didn't know what it was. … As spring finally pushed winter away for good and the forest was coming alive again from its slumber, Twillow and Kendrick had gotten busy in the garden. Twillow began decorating her brand new garden house with the freshly bloomed spring flowers. She was singing whilst she worked and flitted about like a happy songbird preparing her own nest. Kendrick was cleaning out the garden spot of dead plants and weeds. The magic of the plants would cause them to regrow so he didn't have to worry about replanting them.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*

Joanna asked Francois. “Dr Kenny Jones, the brother of Dr Peter Bennett,” answered Francois. Marianne looks up, and then nods her head. She finishes her porridge quickly, takes some sips on her drink then walks towards the glass wall. She stares outside. The autumn flowers are coming out nicely. She looks at the widespread of purple and white pansies on the terraced garden and pink cyclamen plants that were planted in the middle. There are snowdrops that are budding, and so are the red christmas roses that were planted on the sides. Yesterday, Marianne had been admiring these plants and had complimented the gardeners on their works. She knows that it’s not easy to look after plants during th