day 5
it wasn't that Carissa didn't like the garden. Jean had gone to great lengths in order to make their home as beautiful and intense as his love for her was.
After they began their life there, he continued buying exotic species that in any other garden would be the individual focal point, but here, they could easily be overlooked. In the third year of the garden, Jean began acquiring orchids and built a modest greenhouse in the backyard to house them. The greenhouse was modest in size but lavish in detail, in the style of Guimard.
The presence of the greenhouse seemed to offset the balance within the backyard, so Jean decided to build an aviary, one that you could walk into. It was ten feet tall in the center, built like a frame of the house that they lived in. Jean populated the birdhouse with several brightly colored parrots and about a dozen tropical finches. This was Carissa's favorite place in the garden. There were two doors in the aviary so that the birds wouldn't escape.
The best time of year for the aviary was the spring. Jean would be working in the greenhouse with a few windows open. Carissa would go into the aviary, saturated in the scent of the wonderful orchids and spend hours chatting up the birds while feeding them.
Anywhere else in the garden though, Carissa felt overwhelmed by the color, vibrancy and power of Jean's garden. The garden seemed to take on a supernatural defiance and pride. After the first three years, no native species could take root. Jean did relatively little weeding because he wanted his imprint on the land to gradually merge with the natural landscape surrounding it. This endeavor failed, and it seemed that whatever had hijacked the natural fertility of the land had spread to Carissa. Despite years of trying to have children, Carissa and Jean were never blessed as such.
Years have gone by, and most of the orchids still eke out a living in the greenhouse, however the aviary remains silent.
After they began their life there, he continued buying exotic species that in any other garden would be the individual focal point, but here, they could easily be overlooked. In the third year of the garden, Jean began acquiring orchids and built a modest greenhouse in the backyard to house them. The greenhouse was modest in size but lavish in detail, in the style of Guimard.
The presence of the greenhouse seemed to offset the balance within the backyard, so Jean decided to build an aviary, one that you could walk into. It was ten feet tall in the center, built like a frame of the house that they lived in. Jean populated the birdhouse with several brightly colored parrots and about a dozen tropical finches. This was Carissa's favorite place in the garden. There were two doors in the aviary so that the birds wouldn't escape.
The best time of year for the aviary was the spring. Jean would be working in the greenhouse with a few windows open. Carissa would go into the aviary, saturated in the scent of the wonderful orchids and spend hours chatting up the birds while feeding them.
Anywhere else in the garden though, Carissa felt overwhelmed by the color, vibrancy and power of Jean's garden. The garden seemed to take on a supernatural defiance and pride. After the first three years, no native species could take root. Jean did relatively little weeding because he wanted his imprint on the land to gradually merge with the natural landscape surrounding it. This endeavor failed, and it seemed that whatever had hijacked the natural fertility of the land had spread to Carissa. Despite years of trying to have children, Carissa and Jean were never blessed as such.
Years have gone by, and most of the orchids still eke out a living in the greenhouse, however the aviary remains silent.
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