The colors of the garden reflected on every surface, be it wet or dry. The wind lulled the high trees into a hypnotical dance, birthing a whooshing that reverberated throughout the entire grounds.
Edgar claimed his place among the greenery, clipping more unruly roses that stuck out of the lot. His smile instantly grew brighter upon noting the two women walking his way.
"Morning to you, Ladies," he paused all motions.
"And to you, Edgar," Arabella answered him first.
"What are we busy with today?" Ada neared the rose hedges, scanning their standing.
"I just got done reaping Yuniper and have now moved on to the roses," he placed the rose in his hand down among the others.
"Yuniper?" Arabella sounded a little alarmed at that.
"Well, yes," he started, "Where do you reckon the Yuniper extract in the pharmacy comes from?"
"I understand but isn't its aroma alone dangerous for most creatures of the night?" she fiddled with her pendant.
