The Birth of Ambition
“This used to be one of the greatest gardens in the area.” The rough voice caught Finley’s attention as he stomped along the path. “Some day it could be again.”
Finley paused, juggling his armfuls of equipment as he peered at the old gardener leaning on his spade beside the path. With weathered face and dirt encrusted skin, the grizzled figure seemed almost part of the garden. Finley hadn’t even noticed his presence until he spoke.
“Uh, sure.” Finley shrugged. He didn’t know what else to say. It was only his first day on the job, and all he’d been allowed to do so far was fetch and carry. The head gardener had barely even let him get his hands dirty.
“You could make it great.”
Images of carefully managed plots, with neatly tended lines of vegetables and flowers, and paths winding through lush growth, filled Finley’s mind. He blinked. The desire to see it happen, to make it happen, settled deep in his chest.
When he looked again the old gardener had vanished.
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week’s photo prompt was provided by me! I hadn’t planned to post any flash fiction until after I’d finished my Nano month of editing, but I couldn’t really not write a story for my own prompt.
The photograph was taken at the Lost Gardens of Heligan in Cornwall. These gardens were neglected and fell into a massive state of disrepair after the First World War, only to be rediscovered and regenerated in the 1990s. There are now numerous different areas open to the public, including the vegetable garden pictured above, a flower garden, the Italian garden, Pineapple Pits, a series of lakes, a sub-tropical area known as ‘The Jungle’, plus many more.
Here are a few more pictures from the place: