RP: Wildflowers
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor
Date: 09 August 1999
Status: Private
Summary: Draco speaks with his mother.
Completion: Complete
Narcissa sighed. She was going to have to have words with the gardener again about touching the wildflowers. One would think that being told once would be enough, however the new man apparently thought he knew best. Narcissa was going to have to disabuse him of that notion lest he find himself seeking alternate employment. The majority of the Malfoy gardens were laid out and impeccably maintained formal affairs. Even the kitchen garden tucked out of the way in a sunny plot for the elves to maintain, had a formal feel.
The wildflower gardens were another thing entirely.
She had taken it upon herself early in her marriage to reintroduce native species of plants into some of the land surrounding the manor. The meadowland was among her favorites, a wild refuge for various types of scabious, campion and other wildflowering plants. The meadowland was beyond the area cared for by the gardener and it had been in excellent condition when she'd surveyed it earlier, as had the native marshland garden, also tucked out of range of his handling. Narcissa enjoyed the wild quality of her native gardens and had spent some time simply soaking in their beauty before she'd returned closer to the house and began her walk through her butterfly garden.
Narcissa instantly saw that human hands had been at work, counteracting what nature did so much better on its own. She was seriously displeased. The wild teasel was not a particularly attractive plant but the finches loved it, as did many of the butterflies. As she reached the far end of the garden, her temper flared from annoyance to true anger. The biennial had been pruned back hard, as had her ragged robin. Narcissa let loose with a string of invectives she'd never had voiced aloud if she had not thought herself alone.
She would be searching for a new gardener come Monday.
Location: Malfoy Manor
Date: 09 August 1999
Status: Private
Summary: Draco speaks with his mother.
Completion: Complete
Narcissa sighed. She was going to have to have words with the gardener again about touching the wildflowers. One would think that being told once would be enough, however the new man apparently thought he knew best. Narcissa was going to have to disabuse him of that notion lest he find himself seeking alternate employment. The majority of the Malfoy gardens were laid out and impeccably maintained formal affairs. Even the kitchen garden tucked out of the way in a sunny plot for the elves to maintain, had a formal feel.
The wildflower gardens were another thing entirely.
She had taken it upon herself early in her marriage to reintroduce native species of plants into some of the land surrounding the manor. The meadowland was among her favorites, a wild refuge for various types of scabious, campion and other wildflowering plants. The meadowland was beyond the area cared for by the gardener and it had been in excellent condition when she'd surveyed it earlier, as had the native marshland garden, also tucked out of range of his handling. Narcissa enjoyed the wild quality of her native gardens and had spent some time simply soaking in their beauty before she'd returned closer to the house and began her walk through her butterfly garden.
Narcissa instantly saw that human hands had been at work, counteracting what nature did so much better on its own. She was seriously displeased. The wild teasel was not a particularly attractive plant but the finches loved it, as did many of the butterflies. As she reached the far end of the garden, her temper flared from annoyance to true anger. The biennial had been pruned back hard, as had her ragged robin. Narcissa let loose with a string of invectives she'd never had voiced aloud if she had not thought herself alone.
She would be searching for a new gardener come Monday.