Yellow Trees and Magenta Flowers
By Daniel M.
I am glad that you show some interest in the place I'm about to talk about! I should tell you indeed on this nice residence, as it shows what a home can be, you will understand as soon as I start...
Once there was a very nice house, in an area filled with yellow trees and magenta flowers, we are reminded of the prairy style when seeing it and thinking about it, its walls are white and thick. There was a nice reception room there, with a wonderful glass table, surrounded by beautiful chairs, I believe there were 12 in total, maybe more. A chandelier, pending above, a turkish carpet bellow, old fashioned clocks around. This house had a magical office, where they say important adventures were lived, what a nice room, shelves with books and decorative gadgets of every kind, a painting on the wall, a big one, portraying one mysterious lady covered in fog and wind. The kitchen was one of a kind, there was a small table to eat, and plenty of room to prepare the food. Three, nay, four, actually more than that, if I can recall, 8 bedrooms this place had, one of them so big a whole ship could fit in there, a transatlantic just like those of the glory days. In one of those bedrooms lied Mr. Faithfull, a sir that have endured many storms. In another room, lived a younger lad, Matthew Faithfull, in his world of drawings and books.
"Matt" called Mr. Faithfull, " Would you come here please, I need to ask for something"
"On my way" said Matt, as the routine went, day in, day out, the days where Matt was available for help. It could be a distress for Matthew, he was not a natural caregiver, he had more of a cat personality. Most of the time the help was done by Lady Faithfull, that woman, yes, had a caregiver touch in her, that lived happy with her husband for years now, and hoped to live plenty more alongside him.
That lovely place wasn't the actual home of Matt, but he would stay for days, visiting his relatives and enjoying the comfort of his accomodations. Even if it could be stressfull, still there were few places he'd rather be. That place that had a nice pool for bathing in the warmer days, even in colder ones, because pools are for all weathers. Lovely garden filled with the mentioned already magenta flowers around. The favorite tree of Matt was a pinetree of odd shape, he would love it anyway, odd shape and all.
Being the season of Nativity, the time I tell you about the special location, the house was decorated for such, filled with old adorable stuffed animals, ornaments and trees even, all of them in tones of red and blue, bringing the dark green of the tree with it. A place that once received those 12 special presents. The air smelled like plants and ginger, some moss as well, and was a fresh one. Mr. Faithfull legacy home, what a magical place it is! They said it had a sauna in other days, even! There was a place for recreation as well, with nice sofas and chairs, two of them are as green as the tree, fashioned in an Edwardian way. It was a quiet neighborhood, and like said, there were many yellow trees around, reminding of the Japanese cherry blossoms. The house was staffed with gardener, cook and a vallet, that was always ready to take care of Mr. Faithfull as well, all were careful with Mr. Faithfull, he was knowledgeable, cultured and kind, generous on his gifts, and ready to forgive always. Me, the narrator, could go on and on describing the house, the wonderland of a terrain, the paintings adorning it, the stories that were developed around it as well. Yes, there was a place like that, a very nice house, surrounded by yellow trees and magenta flowers, filled with nice gentle people, smiles and joy. There was indeed. It saw the rise and fall of technologies, of products and trends, food of all sort was found there as well, specially Ice Cream. Who doesn't love Ice Cream?
One word of advice, don't forget about that place, in uncertain times as those, it is hard to be sure what will happen next. This house, it still exists, it is there standing, the trees are there, the flowers as well, but for how long, it is hard to be sure. Hard to be sure what was beyond the garden around, the unknown surrounds everything, and it surrounds the clouded tracks of History too, tracks that do not exist anyway, do not exist like Mr. Faithfull, there once was, and there isn't anymore.
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