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Patrice’s Garden

Cameo pendant with accents of ivory, maroon, and chocolate brown.

Cameo pendant with accents of ivory, maroon, and chocolate-brown.

Patrice loved this garden more than any other location. That includes the library and music room.

Living in a household full of staff, butlers, and maids, Patrice didn’t know quite where she fit.  It never felt right to her, this idea that someone else made her bed, cooked her meals, and drove her anywhere she needed to go.  Her privacy was nearly nonexistent, except for when she went to the garden.

Seated on the cold, stone bench, she gazed out across the landscape.  Her mother lived just over that hill, yet they haven’t seen one another in years.  “You have a better chance if you reside with your grandparents,” her mother reasoned.  “You are our oldest, the one who stands to gain entrance into society.  Listen to all that your grandmother has to teach you.”  She can still recall the sorrow in her mother’s voice when they said good-bye.

Four years hence and Patrice’s cotillion nears.  The gown selected, her lessons complete, and her independence stifled, the fifteen year-old sat at the cusp of a new beginning.  Suitors would be sought while her life was planned for her.  She could only hope that her new home, once married, would have a garden as stunning as this one.

“Is it not time for you to be getting prepared?”

Patrice turned in response to the inquiry and smiled as Augustus walked towards her.

“My presence is not required until after noon,” she replied.  Wanting desperately to maintain composure in his company, Patrice linked her fingers and rested them on her lap.

“May I,” he asked, pointing to the empty space next to her.

She nodded and attempted to quell her nervousness.  “You are here much earlier than expected,” she finally managed to squeak out.

“My father wanted to speak with yours before the other guests arrived.  Mother was quite exhausted from our travels, an early rest before the evening’s festivities a necessity.

“Is she well,” Patrice inquired, her voice brimming with concern.

“Simply tired.”

Patrice couldn’t tell whether her nerves were due to the impending celebration or in response to the boy she loved seated beside her.  She stared at the abundance of daisies off in the distance and yearned in that moment to be but a flower.  To simply exist, catch the sun’s rays, and drink in every second.  To not have the responsibilities or expectations that awaited her.

“Patrice, are you well?  Your hands are shaking.”

His hand touched hers but only briefly, yet it was enough to send waves of emotion through her body.  If she lingered any longer, she would not be able to complete the task expected of her tonight.  She had to face what was to come, for there was no other solution.

“I must go,” she spoke with haste.  She stood, bowed, and continued,  “I hope you enjoy yourself this evening, Augustus.”

Before he could reply, she left the garden and returned to the life that held everything but that which she desired – marriage to the boy that was promised to another.

Calipea and the Falling Snow

Peacock pendant with colorful accent beads.

Peacock pendant with colorful accent beads.

Calipea nestled in the snow, her small frame cocooned in layers of protective apparel.  As the snowflakes tickled her nose and kissed her rosy cheeks, she stared up at the beautiful dance of the falling snow.  The sunlight intermixed with the snowflakes, creating a prism of sparkling light above.

“I’m going to miss this place,” she whispered.

Tomorrow, Calipea will settle in at her new home.  A land much different from her current one.  A home where the sun’s always shining, the temperature is just perfect, and the atmosphere warm and pleasant.  She hadn’t expected to fall in love with the weather, the people, and the beach.  A lifetime of rugged mountains, frigid temperatures and snow-covered roads had been enough for her growing up.  This was her home.  She knew no different and didn’t want to.

All of her friends couldn’t wait to “escape” the chilling boundaries that enclosed them.  To get as far away as their skis could take them.  Not her.  Calipea yearned for the chilled air against her face as she raced down the snow-capped mountain.  The freedom.  The allure.  The independence.  Nothing else calmed her like strapping on a pair of skis and hitting the slopes.  The power in her hands, she zipped passed trees and sped towards her destination.

At thirty-three years of age, this lifelong snow bunny watched the flakes trickle through her fingers and readied herself to say goodbye.  She brushed off the snow from her thermal jacket, wrapped the knit scarf tight around her neck, and headed back to the cabin.  She still had plenty of packing to do before tonight’s Bon Voyage bonfire.  As sure as she was that she’d get homesick for this winter wonderland, she also knew that if she didn’t move to California now then she never would.