Take My Magic For Your Routine

Chapter 1

In the region Tyrol, in the western Austria, there are many valleys that nature endowed with all the beauties that can be imagined in this world. Their perfect picture lacks nothing; on the bottom flows a blue - green river in which crystal clear waters reflects the edges, green Alps, which high peaks are always white from snow, even on the hottest summer days. The river bank is rich with fertile ground and horses graze on it.

In a such one valley, in a small village in her very heart, lived Rosamuda. She knew a lot about herbs; no secret that hid the green plant cover of the Alps had been left undiscovered from this curious soul. Her knowledge she rendered into recipes to which she made medicine for lots of illnesses, even for those that modern medicine couldn't find a solution. The ointments Rosamunda sold in a big store in the market town St. Johan which was very close to her village. Her herbal pharmacy was almost popular - people from all sides of Austria, who had heard about efficiency and effectiveness of her balms and tonics came here and bought. For a few years Rosamunda made a lot of money, and became the proud owner of the most beautiful house in the garden, with the most beautiful garden.

Her house looked almost perfect; the facade was made from colorful bricks with drawings on the walls, with a roof of red tiles and windows covered with wooden shutters over which stood a lantern. The house had three rooms and a lab; there Rosamunda was making priceless medicine and wrote the results on the computer, patiently collecting valuable information.

Rosamunda was thirty-seven years old; but when some unbiased observer would estimate her age, wouldn't give her more than twenty-five. Her beauty was perfectly preserved; she was tall and lean, with medium length dark blonde hair that surrounded her attractive face in waves. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and when she smiled she uncovered two rows of white, straight teeth.

She loved to laugh; that morning the first sun rays found her on the wooden bench in her garden where she drank her tea, and started working among her plants afterwards. Tea, real tea as well as herbal teas, played an important role in her life and Rosamunda couldn't imagine her life without it. It gave her lots of pleasure and she started moving about the plants, watering them, flirting with them like they were live creatures, human beings that can feel.

Half an hour after sunrise, she still worked in her garden. The day was beginning and the village started to rise. Near her house passed the neighbor, young forester Hans with his wolfhound Aldo, whose colleagues picked up every morning with the police jeep by the end of the street. Hans had less than thirty years and was a proud uniformed member of the mountain guards.

Rosamunda lifted her head from the plants and inspected him with her eyes. His blond hair and face with straight lines would be very attractive to her, if there wasn't the greasy hair and beard from at least two days. And that greasy spot on his shirt. "Oh, what is this?" she frowned a little when he came near her " he smells like a man that didn't have his bath for at least a week, and his uniform is crumpled like he has slept in it. How untidy and unkempt man this Hans is!"

"It's a shame that you are hiding your pretty smile down there from me! Who are you smiling to shoved like that, to the grass? There is no one to see it there!" interjected Hans over the fence like he had guessed she was thinking about him.

Not lifting her head, Rosamunda peeked at him with an edge of her eye.

"That grass has life" she said "I am smiling because it makes me happy."

"Look at me like that just once, Schönheit! I never see you in the tavern in the village. Why aren't you coming to see me? Let's go out sometimes!"

"Let's not" she replied sarcastically.

"I'm out every Friday and Saturday at 8 o'clock. Do you want me to drop by and take you? Just tell me when!"

"How, about, never?" said Rosamunda, but had to smile at his tenacity.

"Oh, never say never. You are so wicked! If I had more time, I would stop and start persuading you this second. But I must run!"

"Do not let me keep you!" was her overly polite answer " you've got things to do. You better hurry. Have a nice day!"

"Auf Wiedersehen" said Hans and disappeared from her sight.