The daily routine I learned from grandma. The chirping of the birds accompanied by Code , my dog, who frolicked around the garden, his tail wagging with joy as he followed my every move.
"Grandma, let me play for you," I said, looking at me through her transparent glass that held a rope across her neck. She had Cinderella's hair tied into a ponytail with a stick in her hand. She had watched me water the garden with a smile on her face, revealing how satisfied she was with her garden.
"I will love to listen. What do you have for me today?"
"Hold on, Granny, just a second." I ran off to get my violin. From the tender age of five. I have enchanted the town people with my sorrowful melodies, weaving emotions into every note I played. I found solace in the music that poured from my instrument, a melody that spoke of longing, loss, and the bittersweet symphony of life.
Granny once told me that my parents died due to a car accident, and I was the only survivor, graced with a scar on my left arm. I have lived with Grandma all my life. She is the only family I have seen so far. She told me I had an uncle, but he never visited nor did he call. It seems he never existed.
"Here you go, Granny." I brought out her rocking chair and positioned her to sit comfortably while I played on it.
Granny was a big fan of my melodies. She listened, nodding her head from one point to the next, humming in between. Code was also anticipating. He sat on the floor, with his eyes straight and his tongue sticking out of his mouth, and continued wagging his tail. I was enchanted by the melodies I produced.
One sun-kissed morning, I was planting seeds in the garden, and I noticed an unfamiliar man passing by. He was pushing a wheelbarrow filled with assorted tools and colorful flowers, his gaze drawn to the vibrant blooms in my garden. Intrigued by the stranger's presence,Code barked.
"Hey! I will take care of this" I rubbed his back calming him down, he gets aggressive towards strangers.
I approached the stranger with a warm smile. He had slicked dark hair tied behind his back, and his clothes shredded off their color. He was probably heading to the village close by.
"They are beautiful," he complimented, and I smiled at him, thankful for such admiration coming from him.
"Can I have a cup of water?" I nodded, running off to the kitchen to fulfill his request. Code followed my every move in and out.
"Here you go, he gulped down, satisfied enough. I watched as the liquid pulled down through his throat, making sounds through his mouth.
He introduced himself as Ethan, a traveling landscapist in search of inspiration for his next project. I and Ethan soon struck up a conversation, sharing our love for horticulture and exchanging stories of our experiences with plants and flowers. Code, sensing the new found connection between me and the stranger, barked playfully, trying to get our attention.
Over the following days, I and Ethan grew closer, our shared passion for gardening forging a bond between us.
We spent hours working side by side in the garden, planting, watering, and nurturing our botanical wonders. As we toiled together, our friendship blossomed into something deeper, an unspoken connection that bloomed like the flowers in the garden.
Night fell like a velvet curtain over the town, the moon casting its silvery glow upon us. I stood with my violin, locked in a harmonious duet with my audience. Grandma and Ethan.
The music filled the air; they stood in awe, their hearts touched by the passion and depth of emotion that poured forth from the duo. The rhythm was magical, calming the dark spirit of the night.
Under the soft glow of the setting sun, the sun hid under a pale blue sky. Ethan confessed his feelings to me; his heart lay bare before me.
Surprised yet touched by his sincerity, I realized that my feelings mirrored his own. We embraced amidst the fragrant blooms, our hearts entwined like the tendrils of a vine, blooming with the promise of a new beginning.
As the seasons passed, Ethan's love grew stronger, our bond flourishing like the garden we tended with such devotion. Code, ever the loyal companion, wagged his tail in approval, basking in the warmth of our love. Together, we walked hand in hand down the path of life, our hearts brimming with the beauty of a love that had blossomed amidst the petals and wheelbarrows of a shared passion for nature.