Winter Garden Novels & Stories

The room fell silent as the weight of her words hung heavy in the air, leaving Maysie stunned and speechless. Eithne admired the vast garden which the hardworking gardeners had recently transformed. The summer flowers have been replaced with winter species. In the far corners of the garden, the gardeners had planted various winter vegetables such as onions, spring onions, perpetual spinach, and winter salads. They also added winter flowers like winter jasmine, mahonia charity, hellebore, and winter-flowering pansies. "Oh, Hector, it's so beautiful out here. Look at the pansies, what beautiful bright colors they have! They are gorgeous! I adore them!" Eithne exclaimed.

Su·mar /sumar/ /sʏːmaːr/ Icelandic, Old Norse noun meaning summer Soaré My fingertips grazed lightly over the fresh cut blades of grass. I hadn’t seen the gardeners in weeks, but I knew they’d been working nonstop to get the garden to its current glory. Eyes closed, I tilted my head back against the bench I sat cross-legged in front of and inhaled deeply while letting the sun bathe me in its glow. The fresh bloom of floral fragrances permeated the air, blooms with little to no rhyme or reason outside of the fact that some had bloomed in the spring and others were eagerly making their debut upon the cusp of summer. If I opened my eyes, I’d see the white flowers of the apple blossom trees, sca

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

The colors had begun to change as the wind shook branches and caused leaves to break away and fall, carpeting the ground. However, the constant maintenance by the gardening staff kept the pathways clear of foliage. “Winter is almost upon us. Nights are long this time of year; you should use them to rest a little more each day, my lady.” “All I do is rest all day, young master,” she replied, her thoughts drifting to the children she’d left behind. They should be stockpiling food and blankets around this time.

Not completely. Enough. Later that night, after Nova finally surrendered to sleep and the house became quiet once again, Ava stepped onto the back porch. The cold air greeted her immediately. Sharp. Refreshing. Honest. Snow still covered parts of the garden, though patches of green had begun emerging beneath it. Winter was losing ground. Slowly. Inevitably. Interesting. Very interesting. The changing season felt symbolic. An ending. A beginning. Perhaps both. The door opened behind her. She smiled before turning around.

She left Winter alone in the backyard. Winter is very fond of flowers. She walked into the garden some distance away alone and sat among the flowers. Plus the butterflies that fly are so beautiful; she likes to run around. Until she finally found a peach that was so tempting; Winter immediately picked it because she was thirsty and hungry. Without thinking, she immediately ate it up. Winter didn't know that the peach she was eating was a poisonous fruit. Winter didn't pay close attention to the color of the peach skin, and ahe ate it straight away.

These were words Nora had written as early as her freshman year of high school. "Mom tutors the boy downstairs in math. So why does she say she doesn't know how whenever I ask her?" "I don't like Mom anymore. She missed my parent-teacher conference again." "I really want to graduate soon. Once I graduate, I won't have to stay in this house anymore." "Dad finally agreed today. I'm so happy!" Marissa's eyes widened. That day was the college-sendoff dinner. What did Nora mean? What had Owen Duncan agreed to?

He reached the end of the hall and pushed through the heavy wooden door. The garden was small, enclosed by high brick walls that had turned dark from the damp winter air. The perimeter was lined with winter-bare trees, their branches stripped down to the bare bone and contrasting sharply against the pale sky. The grass beneath them was a faded, pale green, its edges slightly frosted with a thin layer of morning rime. A narrow gravel path wound through the center of the lawn in a simple, unbroken loop, interrupted only by three wooden benches set at regular intervals.

After breakfast, he said he was taking me out. The moment I got into the car, a sharp scent hit me, and I couldn’t help sneezing. I noticed a lily-scented air freshener clipped to the vent. Since I was allergic to lilies, I reached out instinctively to throw it away. Ronan reacted instantly and grabbed my wrist. "Don’t touch that! Brynn put it there because she said my car stinks. If she notices it’s gone next time, she’ll never let me hear the end of it."

They stood there, stunned, staring at the heavy snowfall blanketing everything in white. Rhett quickly came up with an excuse about the roads being too slippery and persuaded Ruby to come back inside. The group began scrambling to find anything to keep warm. They searched the entire villa, upstairs and downstairs, but could not even find a single thick blanket. After a long while, they ended up huddled together on the couch in the living room, still dressed in short sleeves and shorts. They told Jasmine to call me for help. I comforted her for a bit, then deliberately sounded troubled.