The Girl in The Greenhouse

Anthony Markovya Brownsimova. Eyes were blue as the bright noon sky, hair was shining goldly beneath the sunlight. Once wanting to become a ballerina, it turned out that indeed, paintings and planting were her true passion. Having obtained her degree in neuroscience and culinary, what remained during her days waiting for her graduate study enrollment were whole days long in the spacious greenhouse her father deliberately designed for her.

There were her favourite herbs inside: San Marzano tomatoes, rose bushes, floribundas, petunias, and on top of all crowns existed in the greenhouse... the grandifloras.

The Queen of all roses.

Anthony loved to do almost everything with them once the grandifloras blossomed each year. She could spend hours to paint, photograph, smell and string them up, make parfumes and essence out of them.

And she spoke to them, as though they were her little sisters.

She spoke to them since she was little since she first got acquaintance to them.

Of how she admired her brothers , Jo and Dave, so much.

Of how Jo was the one who sat at her back the first time she tried her legs on horseback riding.

Of how Dave always loved her so much he would ask her to skip their piano lesson with Miss Kirschenmeier some Wednesday afternoons, sneaked down the pantry took some cookies and savoured them up high the rare sycamore tree in the backyard down the family villa in Nantucket...

Of how miserable she felt once Dave had his first lover and Jo had his she was afraid she would not be their favourite girl anymore.

The greenhouse was a perfect shelter to escape the bad days.

Thus the lavenders were the ones comforting her with their fragrance; the dandelions amused her once their cloves flew the air filled with their smell of roots...

And as she took much out of them, she gave back her love, her passion, and her concerns, to nurture them with all joy and gratefulness, that she was given chance of doing such privilege. Particularly, to have her own greenhouse.