Down the Garden Path
The clear cerulian sky was swept high with whisps of mares tails on a perfect sunny summers day. A light ocean breeze was ruffling through the gold and red peonies in the ancient castles gardens and rambling on through the jewel toned spires of iris and taller hollyhocks to the more demure trailings of morning glories, columbines and sweet williams.
There was an absence of roses at first, which was odd for an english style garden set against stonework, until one followed the sun dappled path past the quaint lily ponds and willows to where the back lawn opened up. Here there were tables set out upon the stone railed patio with white lace tablecloths being tugged by the same breeze that also danced by the long curtains of the open french doors leading inside to the ballroom.
Everywhere here there were roses in every multi coloured hue. Soft pink roses in vases on the tables, fiery red roses in garlands hanging in overhead arches, pure white and deeper cream roses in tall standing baskets and low slung bouquets of golden blooms along every railing and hanging from every balcony and window. Even the fine bone china that was set out and the glistening array of crystal goblets for pink champagne were painted with the romance of the blooms.
Pegasus stood on his own balcony overlooking the floral display and sighed quietly. He himself preferred simple white roses or perhaps a single red bloom. It was all a little too much for his taste but he was trying to be hospitable to his guest. The boys mother had asked him the favor of hosting this party for their 'American friends" and he had never been able to refuse a ladies request.
Today Pegasus had decided against his usual burgundy coloured velvet suit. Instead he was wearing soft grey velvet with a light blue vest. He would leave standing out today to Ziegfried as much as he could. It would only be a few moments until their first guests would be arriving and he turned away from his view to go and do his part to welcome them.
There was an absence of roses at first, which was odd for an english style garden set against stonework, until one followed the sun dappled path past the quaint lily ponds and willows to where the back lawn opened up. Here there were tables set out upon the stone railed patio with white lace tablecloths being tugged by the same breeze that also danced by the long curtains of the open french doors leading inside to the ballroom.
Everywhere here there were roses in every multi coloured hue. Soft pink roses in vases on the tables, fiery red roses in garlands hanging in overhead arches, pure white and deeper cream roses in tall standing baskets and low slung bouquets of golden blooms along every railing and hanging from every balcony and window. Even the fine bone china that was set out and the glistening array of crystal goblets for pink champagne were painted with the romance of the blooms.
Pegasus stood on his own balcony overlooking the floral display and sighed quietly. He himself preferred simple white roses or perhaps a single red bloom. It was all a little too much for his taste but he was trying to be hospitable to his guest. The boys mother had asked him the favor of hosting this party for their 'American friends" and he had never been able to refuse a ladies request.
Today Pegasus had decided against his usual burgundy coloured velvet suit. Instead he was wearing soft grey velvet with a light blue vest. He would leave standing out today to Ziegfried as much as he could. It would only be a few moments until their first guests would be arriving and he turned away from his view to go and do his part to welcome them.