A Mystic's Garden

Chapter 12

Victoria and Isabella awaken to the sounds of roosters crowing right outside their front door. The was about to begin like most every morning. They were to do their chores, prepare for the week and work around home. They spend a large portion of their time in the market so on the days they get to stay around home to rest us, it very dear to them. They work around the garden early this morning, feeding the animals and tending to the land. Isabella lets her grandmother rest on this morning while she maintained the work this morning. Victoria would say, come and wake me up if you awaken a dawn. Always awake at dawn and her grandmother knows this already, Isabella lets her sleep in to sooth her olden bones. Isabella gets her morning started by enjoying a good sweet cup of coffee on the front porch of the country farm home, watching the sun rise up over the hills in the distant. The chickens clucking in the background was just what she needed to hear as her mid begin to activate for the day ahead. With the wildlife full and the land looked after. Isabella begins to prepare breakfast for a good day. The fresh eggs harvested this morning from the hen house will go perfect with the biscuits and fresh sausage, and her grandmother will love every moment of it. A few years ago they planted orange trees on the farm and for the past couple of years, they have produced some of the sweetest oranges ever known to them. Her grandmother has loved fresh squeezed orange juice since she was a child, when her grandmother introduced her to the wonderful fruit and then the tradition continued. A quick walk through the garden and she determines that her bulbs will be some of the best once again. The prided and valued their operation and took value from the feedback she received from the mercantile network. To her, Eden containing enough merchants to help them sustain their system, and for years know it has been developing perfectly and she is very thankful. Their fruit trees were also doing lovely as ever and they only expect things to become better. The morning begins to dawn for her grandmother as she squirms around in her bed, resting up, waking up and feeling refreshed for the day. She makes her way into the kitchen and their stands Isabella, preparing breakfast just like she knows she loves. Squeezing fresh orange juice and listening to the sizzling of the fresh sausage being cooked. The smelled filled their home: the fresh smell of breakfast and home the first thing in the morning is what she loved. She sets the table for her grandmother, places all substance on the table and they share a moment of silence before they share a delicious breakfast to get the day started. The mornings in Eden were as perfect as always, the sun shining beautifully as ever and the breakfast was a thing of awesomeness in the mind of Victoria. COCKADOODLE DOO! the rooster outside their window gets their attention and mind going. Isabella is gonna venture into town today, to have a talk with a few friends about her upcoming project. She wants to expand her network and gain new connections in the world of agriculture also in the world or flowers. Their is work to be completed around the house today so after informing grandma of the plans, grandma tells her that she will sit around the house today while she runs into town, and that she wanted to lounge around the house. Totally understandable to her, she begins to tidy up all the house chores before she prepares for her journey. The hike will only take a little while she thinks again to herself as she heads out the door: shouting to her grandma, 'I love you, I'll be back soon'. Her grandmother acknowledges her: Isabella draws the door closed, CLICK! the door silently secures. A smile from ear to ear uplifts her face as she sets out on her journey. The journey into Eden was nothing to overlook. The landscape is a stereotype, beautiful as a historic painting and magnificence as well. She takes her time walking, thinking and enjoying the moment as the scene passes by her with every step. TWERP! TWERP! TWERP! TWEAT! TWEAT! the songs of the birds echoed in her mind as she listens to the songs emerge from the dense canopy as a echo would return to its creator. Golden grain stalks reflected the light of the sun, in a flowing wave like motion as the gusts of wind descended downward onto the golden plane. Her hair being tossed around with the wind in a similar fashion. Beauty and splendor filled her soul as her mind and body experienced a state of never ending tranquility. Time almost seems to stop in these moments for her, as she experiences the precious gifts on the globe. THUH DOOMP! THUH DOOMP! THUH DOOMP! she spots a white tale deer returning into the forest, seeking cover in the the dense forest beyond the field of grain. Her dreamy walk must have disturbed his mid-morning grazing, she thinks to herself as she focuses on the direction of the sound and then finally spots him. The land full of wildlife, full of harmony and full of bright colors. Eden is alive by the time she makes it to the city gates. Merchants shouting, men laughing out loud like the children that has just been released from school for lunch. Her usual area of vending has been utilized for today due to their absence, maximizing their economic impact on Eden and their value that they have already gained and acquired. She stands their really still, admiring everything taken place, all the activities that are taking place is amazing to her mind. Apart of all this, she thinks to herself. SQUEEK! SQUEEK! SQUEEK! a passing by merchant is pulling his cart, a cart full of his service to the people. She admire the old gentlemen and his consistency, she realized that she has seen him multiple times in the past: she just smiles and waves as they carry on with their business development. The walking trails in Eden, have in the past few years been updated to stone pavers, that a sand tone color. A neutral and clean color, made to represent the peoples desires, chosen by the people. CLACK! CLOCK! CLACK! CLOCK! a young man cone trotting by on a horse, seeming to be in a hurry, maybe he's running late for something she thought to herself. Or maybe the current pace of the market and all it's people today. Isabella is meeting with her friend Helena today. Helena serves in the sector of interests as Isabella does, so in the beginning the relationship was very: Simple and easy to connect with that made development rather easy for them both. Helena has built over time, a*****e front location right up next to the street, so her merchandise and the merchandise of her vendors were always to be viewed upon: with maximum distribution potential and maximum exposure in Eden, this made connecting with other like them a rather simple and beneficial method. Helena, about 6 foot tall, and approximately the same age as Isabella: also grew up as a only child with her grandmother and grandfather. Now takes pleasure in day to day life, with all her friends and family that she has claimed as her own. Today they will discuss during lunch, the topics of newly integrated seeds and flower bulbs. Helena has employed seekers and adventurous journeymen to hunt for new and exotic flowers on Pangaea. She introduces her to a new orchid and rose that was recently discovered by one of her discoverers. Isabella tells Helena that she is sure pleased, and that she also has new inventory as well. Isabella pulls from her bag a nicely and organized bouquet of orchids alone with a smaller bag containing 10 or so of the orchid bulbs. She tells her that they were discovered right here in Eden, in swampy region next to some hardwood trees out by the grain fields. Also fruit, a few pieces of sweet fruit discovered by herself and her grandmother a few years back that has now begin to bear fruit. They exchange without any problems, and set into motion new motion and creativity that will flourish in their minds and in their hobbies. They enjoy a cheerful laugh for a while as they bonded together even more: just about the time Helena lets out another hilarious laugh in response to Isabella, just at the DING! a bell hanging above front door of the establishment swings open, making impact with the bell and notifying the shop tender that someone has entered. DING! DING! the door impacts the bell on opening and closing. A tall young handsome man walks in the the shop: 'Hello' he speaks loud and clear to the ladies. How are you'all this evening? he ask with a rather confident smile on his face. Like that of a man with his whole life ahead of him, and that a new adventure awaited outside. The man needed a dozen of Helena's finest roses. He identified himself as Horace. Horace had never been seen before by either of the ladies: a new face to the shop and a new opportunity for development. Horace didn't say much to the girls, only remained completely content happy. The gentleman quickly left and the ladies went back to their girl time. Isabella makes a comment to Helena 'my o my! he sure was a handsome man' Helena speaks up 'YES!' yes he was. Neither one of the girls had any men in their life except for the ones they would get to know around town. They never really pursued them, they remain content ladies. A few other people walk in, and like before DING! DING! a family walks through the door. A family of 4. A mother a father and two small children. The children were astonished and fascinated with all the new colors they were being exposed to. The shop was always lit up with new colors and always changing colors. The ever growing community was always needing this one week and then wanting this the next. It was fine with them, it kelp their shop busy and no matter what the, the value was delivered back to them through the people seeing their work for them. They all smile as the family leaves and Helena begins. Saying I don't think I want any children as she is laughing to Isabella. I'm guessing the hyperactive imagination being exuded from the children was enough to remind her how much she enjoyed her quiet and alone time. Isabella laughs and says that she finds children adorable and that some day she hopes to have some of her own. She says she wants to build her own home on her own farm and perhaps start her own stream of consciousness. She says that a man and some children would do her and her life purpose some good and believe that it's meant to be. The steam created by the hot tea was slowly rising, climbing higher and higher into the still air as it begins it's disappearing act. Creating the theme of serenity in the atmosphere, a place of pure joy and harmony. New tea discoveries and flavors has been on the rise in the past few years. New discoveries in the tea trade has made tea an instrument of divine creativity and a very pleasurable beverage: also a focal point for all the friends to come together. Not to long ago they both got into the tea trade. Isabella begin to cultivate in small batches, more private,quality and expensive. Producing now only a few pounds a year, she has been slowly growing her tea market and slowly lowering the cost as well. She tells Helena she don't think she should get to out of control with growth because she is only one person and would hate to do harm to her own creation by over exertion. She says she will focus on Eden while Helena focuses on the larger scale. She says a few pounds of tea, a few pounds of fruit and a few bulbs here and there, has generated plenty enough income for self and her grandmother over the years and she sees no reason to grow anymore. She says maybe to few small developing sources from across the land but not much more that that, seeing as how her family would surely wanna spend more time together, rather that apart at work. Helena totally understood this coming from her fiend. The mid morning quickly turned into an afternoon full of adventure with them together. With all the shop work completed and Helena's day completed, their new dream awaiting them in the form or fruit and flowers, they part ways for the day and retreat to their homes. Their they will think about how great their day was and wonder when they will see each other again. Back home Isabella opens the door to their home and is greeted by the smell of fresh bread being baked. The sweet aroma was pure home to the nose of Isabella. She steps inside the home, looks and waves at her grandmother, walks over and washes her hands, kisses her grandmother on her forehead 'hello grandma' she says softly and begins to assist with the dinner that was being prepared. How was your day? the question was asked and the scene begins. The day was explained but soon after, she expressed great joy to hear about her grandmother's day. Her grandmother had spent the whole day working on the farm. Leaving the house and getting out into the garden soon after Isabella left for town. She tells her she spent a large part of the day tending to the orchard and garden beds. Isabella tells her that she has a surprise. They both love surprises, and she was elated to discover that Isabella had discovered new fruits for the coming years. Her grandmother has met Helena a few times in the past and every since then she has only encouraged new development and enjoys to see her granddaughter happy within the vibrant community. They sit down to enjoy a well deserved evening of relaxation. With dinner finished up and all things stored away, they can take the time this evening to relax together, enjoying the pleasures of each other's company. They build a fire, gather around and begin their evening of time together. They will spend a little while with each other before turning in for the night. Victoria wanted to know all about how her day went with her friends, she is always so thrilled to hear about all the girl talk as they share these moments together. c***k! POP! POP! the evening fire sounds it majestic signature as they talk about the wonders of life. The following morning arose with the roosters again COCKADOODLE DOO! the roosters outside awakes them this morning with the same intent. They planned last night, that they would get the new crops in the soil as soon as possible and this morning that's what they did. Isabella and Victoria are in the garden, working on their hands and knees, preparing for the crops  to come. Victoria only had her grandmother to wait on. Outside of her granddaughter, there was nothing else. Her whole life revolves around her granddaughter and her happiness. They were so excited about the years to come, even more now so than before. They have several new varieties of floral and fruits expected to come in the following years, they remain overjoyed for these reasons and perfectly content in the garden. DING! DING! DING! a passerby and his lambs were making their way toward the market. The bells that have been constructed to keep track of the lambs locations were ringing as they were passing by. They wave politely as the citizen passes, not to be concerned with anything because they both knew him from the market and of Eden. Just a normal day in the garden they both think out loud. With soil under their fingernails and dirty palms from a hard morning labor, they return back inside so Isabella may begin preparations for lunch. Victoria speaks up, saying 'I sure am glad you said something because I'm starving'. CKICK! the door latches as they close it behind them after entering into the home. Some days around Eden is really long and uninterrupted, often times they could go for months without even having a visitor. Every now and again someone from town will stop by and invite them to a reunion or party involving the community and family. Their life was at home, in the garden and in the market. The places that they contributed to the most, servants of the people and of each other. Lunch turns into evening and then into night again. The fire making the same distinct sounds as the previous nights and producing the same amount of comfort as well. While Isabella was in town the other day, she picked up a few pounds of fresh cocoa beans as a surprise for her grandmother, and tonight she was gonna surprise her with a new beverage. Honey, milk and some fresh cocoa would have the heart all warm and replenished for the next days labor she thought to herself as she prepared the cups for the night. Taking a sip, the steam rises into the air until it is no more: her face is instantly uplifted as the sweet flavors makes impact with her taste buds. UMM! her grandmother signed as she takes a sip: I didn't know you picked up cocoa. Yes I wanted to surprise you, she says. Great work her grandmother replies, really great work. The warm beverage really it's the spot with them both, sweet warm nights by the fire and with someone to spend it with, is all that matter in life, her grandmother says. Isabella say yes grandma, you have done such a great job teaching me these things that make us a better person. Isabella says to her grandmother that she is so very thankful and grateful to have someone in her life that cares for her so much and she knows how truly blessed she is. Isabella being as content as a person be rarely ever got anxious about life, but on occasions she would feel the desire to explore and to go beyond what she currently knows and lives. Her grandmother had seen this spark within her every since she was a little child and often times has inspired her own grandmother without even knowing it. Her grandmother tells her that her drive to achieve these things for herself is the reason why she enjoys getting out of bed in the morning. She tells her that a grandmother's love for their grandchildren is indescribable and that the only way to know is to have lots of grandchildren herself. She laughs out loud in replies that she wishes. It's been a while since she has hers her granddaughter talk about having children, and tonight was the first time she has ever heard her say that she wishes to have lots of children. This have given Victoria great insight into the person that her granddaughter is developing into. She thought that it would be cool to be a great, great grandmother often times and says to her, when will you ever get started having children? And says that it gets awful quiet around the house, and that a baby would cry us company all day long. The baby will keep us on our feet, keep us young and also provide an extra hard around the house. She is amused by her grandmother's desires to become great grandmother. She says that it will probably do you some good but she don't think she is ready for any children. Grandmother tells her 'honey I don't think nobody is ready for children's but sometimes they learn rather quickly. Saying that being a mother is something that is learned over the course of time and that it doesn't come with instructions. Laughing and expressing themselves. Her grandmother says 'even though sometimes it feels like it should, we write the instructions as we learn'. When she gets what she needs saved up to build the farm, maybe then she will have enough room to actually have children she says: and that she has to find the right person to bear children with. Her grandmother understood this logic and supported such a well developed granddaughter. She says she is sure glad her granddaughter turned out smart and intelligent enough to make good decisions like that and to keep up the good work. Isabella is also a storyteller and from time to time her grandmother would ask her to tell her the newest story that she has been fabricating in her mind, and sometimes she simply begins tells the stories out of pure happiness for telling them. Tonight her grandmother wanted a good story to go alone with the wonderful surprise brought to her by her granddaughter. The mood surrounding the open fire and honey, added with the stories fabricated from their minds, really invoking the imagination of the holiday seasons. Roasted chicken and duck around the open flame, milk, honey and cocoa: laughter with the community and family, all in one sip from the cup. Her birthdays growing up were her favorite holidays. She would get all the attention, all the love and all the presents. Isabella loved her birthdays growing up and all the food as well. Her grandmother tells her that she sure hopes she still around when she decides to have them, she says she wants to help plan the birthday party. Of course Grandma, their is nothing more I desire than to have you help plan birthday parties with me. However we have to wait Grandma, Isabella says. And of course her playful grandma understood. The night couldn't have gone any better they both think to themselves. She looks over at her grandma after only a few minutes of silence, and she realizes her dear old grandmother is totally exhausted. She helps her grandmother to her bed, as they call the night over with. Victoria didn't even have time to say goodnight before she was totally asleep. Isabella gets her grandmother all Nestle's into her bed then she returns to her fire, her cocoa and her moment of silence as she ponders the mysteries of the universe in her mind. She enjoys a few hours alone around the fire before she makes her way to the garden. She enjoys the mystic nature of the outdoors underneath the never-ending star light. Tonight was no different, with the whole world silenced and the heavens and the sky's at her fingertips, she dreams of things far beyond her comprehension as she frees her spirit in the night. Wondering blissfully around the garden, only the wind could be heard as the universe stood in silence. In the distance she could hear what sounded like celebration coming from Eden. Located far beyond what they could see was a celebration occurring that she could hear. Her ears faintly receiving the sounds of the celebrations as the sound waves travel through the forest, across the plain and right into her direction. Loud enough to hear clearly, keeping them connected from a world away, and also grateful that it's not disturbing tired grandma sleep. Silence fills the air for a moment, almost as it the party has ceased: suddenly BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! explosions filled they sky. Brilliant and dazzling colors filled the sky. Colors that could seen from from her garden, and explosions that rumbled her chest. BOOM! BOOM! again and again the explosions sent a pulse of light across the landscape as the night sky was engulfed in a fiery array of beauty. BOOM! higher and higher the explosions climbed into the sky until. Then as soon as the explosions begin, they all ceased. People begin to shout louder and louder in the background, as if they were cheering the pyrotechnics on, ready for a second round of blasts. The stary night sky contrasted the bright explosions so well: happy to share the wonderful glory and brilliance with the evening event. Occasionally they would set off yet another round of fireworks: sending waves of light radiating the landscape. Cheering louder and louder they begin again. The celebration lasted far past her bedtime, they could even be heard after she retreated into the home for the night. She brought with her out the the garden, a quilt. She placed the quilt on the ground and rested her body on the ground on top of the quilt. As she stared off into the sky, occasionally she would catch a glimpse of space debris, may a comet or asteroid. With the crickets and the nocturnal insects singing in her ear's, she catches a sigh, a sight that she had hoped for. The meteorites are so bright flying through the sky: bright as the night sky and the fireworks themselves. Than another, and then another: by the time she got back to her midnight cocoa, it had cooled and now slightly cool to the lips and tongue. This was fine to her, she enjoyed to cool or warm. DING! DING! DING! she hears the same bell from before. Wondering if what she was hearing, she lifts her head from up off the soil: looking into the direction she hears the sound again. DING! the man from earlier. Walking into town like before, he passes by the farm again, she just lies still, hidden beneath a thick bed of flowers. Disguised, veiled and safe, she only watches as the citizen makes his way right past their home and into the forest: headed towards town. With the cool breeze blowing and the celebration in the background Isabella falls safely asleep under a sky of beauty and surrounded by a sea of orchids. The next morning the cracks open her eyes just as the sun peeks over the horizon. A smile instantly appears on her face: a smile of eternal happiness. Her heart was instantly inspired, filled with hope, joy and excitement for today. The orchids still rustling in the wind, and the birds beginning their morning songs, she gets up, dusts off her blanket and returns to the house. Grandma still asleep in bed, Isabella continues her normal routine; beginning with the breakfast. KOCKADOODLE  DOO! the rooster crows for the first time this morning, awake before the crowed this morning, she smiles in contentment. SIZZLING! the smell of fresh sliced bacon fills the home. Victoria enters into the kitchen; Good morning darlin, speaking in the kind and loving voice. Hello grandma, I already made you some orange and I have placed it on the table for you and if you'll take a seat I will have your breakfast right over. 'Alright dear' she takes her seat. What's got you so excite this morning dear? Victoria asks her granddaughter. Just excited for the day. I fell asleep in the garden last night and woke up feeling more refreshed than I have felt in quite some time. They enjoy the morning breakfast in the sunlight. As the sun is rising, the window allows the perfect opportunity for the sun to rest upon the table as they enjoy breakfast. Occasionally they would sit for an extended period of time, the sun would move slowly across the table, across her chest and up onto her face as the morning progressed. Moving across the room like the arms of a clock, signifying its time in relation to the sun. Around the farm they have plenty of time to think about who they are and how they want to live life. Seeing how the economy works so perfectly well together, this has contributed to the populations needs being met. No-one is never in any need or ever hungry, all seem to be functioning prefect in the society and this is just the way they need it. Pretty much waiting for the garden and the market, other than their work related habits they just enjoy the pleasures of secure home life. Another morning in the garden Isabella asks. Yes, her grandmother responded, saying she has to prepare extra materials for a new person in the community that she met the other day. Saying she almost forgot, and that she believes the customer could be another long term minded person. Not to mention a very loving friend that treated her very well. She congratulated her. Asking her why she hasn't told her about this sooner and that she would  have loved to help. She was really happy to be learning that her grandmother was still making friends, and close friends at such a healthy age. They spoke for a good part of the morning and by the time she was ready to do the dishes, the sun being cast through the window had already made it's way to the floor and closest to the window, where it soon will disappear as the sun climbs higher and higher into the sky and being then shielded by the porch roof of their home. The chatter of the dishes could be heard coming into contact with their surroundings. The sounds of metallic silverware could be heard being rustled around in the drawers and cast iron pots made a very distinct ringing sound DONG! DING! Glass coming into contact with glass generated a fragile loud pitch sound as the cups were stored safely away for the day. CLICK! Isabella hears the door open: grandma is making her way outside beginning her day.