Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, an interference threatens her famil...
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(Tuesday evening, August 14th)
After I broke that glass my day became long and dismally tiring.
My weary physical appearance is extremely noticeable after a day of strenuous labor. My arms and legs are aching with a great soreness. My fingertips are reddened. My eyes are half lidded with a heaviness of fatigue and my hair is no longer as kept as it was this morning.
With the fatigue that I felt and knew that showed externally, I thought,'I'm kind of scared to look in the mirror...'
With all of these physically tiring tasks you notice things that you can't experience or explore. And I had started to notice beautiful things about this house while I was cleaning a guest bedroom. The window that the silver curtains on the side didn't cover, revealed the grand garden in the back that I've never been blessed to see before.
Discovering this, I decided to clean the glass to observe and try to picture myself in it, hoping to take myself away from here for just a moment.
In this garden, I noticed that there were various flower types that consist of white hydrangeas in green hedges, smaller viburnums shrubs, and plants of the sweet scented jasmine that I have come to treasure because of one specific woman, in abundant patterns in the middle of fieldstone pathways that were in between rectangular and perfectly trimmed hedges that bordered these fieldstone pathways that cross and break into more fork-like paths, directing those that walk through the garden into different and more beautiful areas of the garden.
It is difficult to miss that there is even a fairly large modern stone fountain in the center of the beautiful garden, the fountain's height stopping just below the tips of the hedges, the fountain of modernly asymmetrical rectangular-like shaped cubes partially stacked on top of each other, all into a balanced design that the tranquil flowing water equally splits into.
If I look further, I can see glimpses of two large outdoor day beds in one section, and numerous benches spaced out or scattered on the fieldstone pathways, many benches that are hidden by the hedges.
And I even saw a faint glimpse of a slanted roof of a glass greenhouse that was hidden by trees further into the garden.
With each glimpse of the garden, I felt my heart ache because I wouldn't be able to enjoy it truly in the ways that my eyes just gave me just a taste of it, and just a taste was enough because a taste was all that I could handle in my position.
The garden that's behind the manor is heavenly. I've taken a liking to the garden without even being in it, but even so, it is one thing among many other things that I love about this house. It's one of the places that I really want to just allow my bones to ease out of labor and relax my burdened mind in without having to carry the weight of my tasks as a servant in this manor.
