May 31, 2026

Hothouse - A Paranormal Romance (Episode 4 of 4) - "Full Bloom"

Hothouse - A Paranormal Romance (Episode 4 of 4) - "Full Bloom"

May Day is everything it should be—the garden showing off, visitors enchanted, flowers blooming on command. Daphne moves through it glowing, literally, the empathy and the celebration merging into something that lights her up from inside.At sunset, Matt leads her to the garden's gift: a bower of living vines and bioluminescent flowers, grown specifically for this moment. When she finally stops holding back, the entire property responds—five acres blooming at once, the garden celebrating the only way it knows how.Afterward, the choice is easy. She's staying. Not for the garden, not even for Matt—for herself. For the chance to be present in her own life, to feel things fully, to bloom alongside everything else.The growing season is just beginning.

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Hello and welcome to Romance Weekly. This is Hot House,

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Episode four, Full Bloom.

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May Day, Dawn's perfect. I know this before I open

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my eyes. The garden tells me, a wave of satisfaction

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rolling through my awareness like a cat stretching in sunlight.

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Everything is ready, Everything is blooming. The property has been

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preparing for this day since before I arrived, and now

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it's finally time to show off. Matt is beside me

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when I wake up. This is still new enough to

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feel miraculous. His warmth, his weight, the way his arm

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tightens around my waist when I stir. We've spent the

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last six days learning each other, stealing moments between festival prep,

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discovering exactly how enthusiastic the garden gets when we're together morning,

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he murmurs into my hair. The garden is excited. The

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garden has been excited since four a m. I had

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to tell the roses to calm down or they were

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going to peek before the guests even arrived. You can

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tell the roses things. I've been here three years. We

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have an understanding. He presses a kiss to my shoulder,

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and somewhere outside a flower blooms. How are you feeling?

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I take inventory. The empathy is stronger than ever. I

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can feel every plant on the property, from the ancient

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oaks to the newest seedlings, all of them vibrating with anticipation.

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But it doesn't overwhelm me anymore. It feels like being

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part of something larger, like my heartbeat has sinked with

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the garden's pulse. Ready, I say, I think I'm actually ready.

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Then let's go make Vera proud. The festival is magic,

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not metaphorically actual magic, the kind that happens when a

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sentient garden decides to put on a show. Flowers open

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as visitors walk past, timing their blooms for maximum impact.

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The roses arrange themselves into gradients of color that shouldn't

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be possible. The vegetables in the kitchen gardens swell, visibly,

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ripening on the vine as children watch with wide eyes.

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I move through it all feeling like I'm glowing, and

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maybe I am. The empathy works both ways. Now the

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garden responds to my emotions, but I respond to the

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garden's tie. Two. When a little girl laughs with delight

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at a sunflower bending to greet her, I feel that

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joy in my chest. When an elderly couple holds hands

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under the wisteria arbor, I feel their quiet contentment like

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a warm blanket. This is what Via meant. This is

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what the gift actually is, not just feeling what plants feel,

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but being part of the connection between the garden and

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everyone who enters it. You're doing that thing again, Matt says,

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finding me by the maypole around noon. What thing the

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glowing thing the visitors are starting to notice? I look

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down at my hands. He's not wrong. There's a faint

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luminescence under my skin, the same bioluminescence that lit up

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the roses when we kissed. Apparently I've internalized it is

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that bad. It's definitely memorable. He's grinning, clearly delighted by

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my botanical side effects. Missus Patterson asked if you were

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wearing some kind of special makeup. I told her it

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was a family trait. That's not even a lie. I know,

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That's why I said it. He catches my hand and

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the glow intensifies slightly where our fingers intertwine. The garden

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is happier than I've ever felt it. Whatever you're doing,

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keep doing it. I'm just being here, being present. I know.

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He lifts our joined hands, presses a kiss to my knuckles.

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It suits you. A nearby rose bush bursts into bloom,

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and we both laugh. The afternoon is a blur of

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small triumphs. The Maypole dance goes perfectly, despite my terror

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that something would go wrong. The plant sale raises more

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money than the last three years combined, probably because the

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plants are showing off for the buyers. The home garden

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competition ends without bloodshe though missus Patterson has some pointed

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comments about the judge's criteria. By sunset, the last visitors

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are trailing toward the parking lot, clutching their purchases and

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their memories. I stand at the entrance to the greenhouse

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watching them go, feeling the garden's satisfaction wrap around me

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like a hug. You did it. I turn. Matt is

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behind me, still in his festival clothes, buttoned down shirt sleeves,

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rolled up, dirt on his knees from a last minute

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planting demonstration. He looks exhausted and triumphant and absolutely beautiful.

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We did it, I correct him. The garden did it.

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I just stood here and glowed. You did more than that.

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You made them feel welcome. You connected them to the

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garden in ways they didn't even understand. He steps closer,

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VERA would be so proud. Something swells in my chair, gratitude, grief, joy,

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all tangled together. The roses nearest to us respond immediately,

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petals opening in sympathy. I wish I'd known her better,

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I say, I wish we'd had more time. She left

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you everything she could, the garden, the gift, the chance

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to be part of this. He cuts my face in

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his hands, And she left you me, sort of in

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her extremely unsubtle matchmaking way, the garden's match making way.

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Same thing. In the end, he kisses me, softly, sweetly,

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a promise rather than a demand. Come with me. There's

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something I want to show you. He leads me through

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the guard, past the greenhouse, past the rose beds, into

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a section of the property I've never explored. The light

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is different here, golden and slanted, the last rays of

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sunset filtering through trees that seem older than the rest.

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The path is narrow, overgrown in a way that suggests

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it's rarely walked, and the plants press close on either

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side like they're guiding us somewhere specific. Where are we going?

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The garden prepared something for tonight. He glances back at me,

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and there's something in his expression anticipation maybe, or nervousness.

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It's been working on it since you arrived. I didn't

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know what it was building until this morning. We emerge

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into a clearing. I stop breathing. It's a bower. That's

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the only word for it. A living structure of flowering

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vines woven together to create walls and a ceiling and

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a space inside that's carpeted with soft moss and scattered petals.

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Bioluminescent flowers climb the walls, casting a gentle glow that

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shifts through colors I don't have names for. The air

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is thick with fragrance, not overwhelming, just perfect, exactly calibrated

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to intoxicate without overwhelming. The garden made this. I whisper,

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The garden made this for us. Matt's voice is rough.

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It's been waiting, hoping ever since you walk through the

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greenhouse door. It's been hoping you'd stay. I step into

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the bower. The moss is impossibly soft under my feet.

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The flowers lean toward me, welcoming celebrating the whole space

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pulses with the Garden's approval, its joy, its deep satisfaction

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that finally, finally, everything is blooming the way it should.

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Matt follows me in. The entrance closes behind us, not

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trapping us, just giving us privacy, and we're alone in

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a space that was grown specifically for this moment. We

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don't have to, he starts, I want to, you're sure.

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I turn to face him. The bioluminescence paints him in

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blues and golds, makes him look like something from a myth,

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a god of growing things. I spent eight years not

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wanting anything I say. I spent three weeks fighting what

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I felt. I'm done fighting. I'm done being careful. I

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reach for him, pull him closer. Show me what happens

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when I stop holding back. He kisses me. I won't

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describe everything that happens next. Some thing's a private even

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from a narration, and besides, words would cheapen it. What

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I will say is this, when I stop holding back,

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the garden responds. Every touch is amplified through the empathy.

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I feel what he feels, layered over what I feel,

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and the garden feels all of it. Feeding it back

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to us in waves of sensation and light. The bower

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blooms around us, new flowers opening, existing flowers deepening in color,

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the bioluminescence shifting and pulsing in rhythms that match our breathing.

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It's overwhelming in the best possible way, like being held

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by something vast and ancient and completely unconditionally loving, Like

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the garden is saying, yes, finally, this is what we've

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been waiting for. When Matt touches me, flowers open when

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I touch him, findes curl toward us like they want

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to join in. When we move together, the whole bower

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shivers with approval, petals falling around us like a benediction.

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And at the height of it, at the moment when

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everything peaks, when I'm nothing but sensation and connection and

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the overwhelming a liveness of being fully, completely present, the

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garden lights up, not just the bower, the whole property.

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I feel it happened through the empathy, every flower on

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five acres blooming at once, every plant releasing its fragrance,

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its pollen, its vitality into the night air, a cascade

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of growth spreading out from where we are. The garden

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celebrating in the only language it knows. Afterward, we lie

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in the moss and petals, breathing hard, wrapped around each other,

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while the bower glows soft and satisfied around us. That

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was Matt trails off. Yeah, the garden is very pleased

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with itself. The garden should be. I press my face

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into his shoulder, feeling giddy and exhausted and more alive

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than I've ever been. I think we just pollinated the

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entire property. He laughs, a real laugh, surprised out of him,

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and the flowers nearest to us bloom three shades brighter.

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Vera would be scandalized, he says. Vera left me a

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note that basically said, the garden wants you to get laid.

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I don't think she'd be that scandalized. Fair point. He

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pulls me closer, and I settle against him like I've

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been doing it for years. So what happens now I

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think about it? The festival is over, the garden is satisfied,

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The empathy has settled into something manageable, integrated part of

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who I am, rather than something I'm fighting. I could leave,

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go back to San Diego, pick up my old life,

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pretend the last month was a strange interlude. The garden

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would survive without me, Matt would survive without me. But

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I wouldn't survive without them, not really, not in any

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way that matters. I stay, I say, I learn how

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to run a botanical garden. I figure out what being

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a Laurel actually means. I tilt my head up to

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look at him. I wake up next to you and

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let the roses bloom. Just like that, Just like that,

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He kisses me, soft and sweet and full of promise.

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The bower responds with a gentle pulse of light, the

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garden's way of saying finally she gets it. Three months later,

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the summer has been the most productive in Laurel Garden's history,

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Everything grows faster, blooms longer, produces more than it has.

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The visitors who come through say the place feels different,

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more alive, more welcoming. I know why the garden has

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what it wanted, a Laurel who's present, who's connected, who

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stopped fighting, what she is. In return, it gives everything

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it has. I've found a rhythm to the days. Morning

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walks with Matt checking on different sections of the property.

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Afternoons in the greenhouse, learning the individual personalities of each plant,

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Evenings in the cottage, surrounded by growing things, feeling the

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gardens settle into sleep around us. It's not the life

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I planned. It's better. My mother called last week for

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the first time since I left California. She'd heard through

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family channels that I'd inherited Vera's property and that I

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was staying. I always thought Vera was crazy, she said,

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talking to plants, acting like that garden was alive. It

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is alive, and so was she silence on the line.

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Then you sound different, Daphne, happier. I am happier because

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of the garden or because of that man, both neither.

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I looked out the window at the roses, which were

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showing off in the afternoon light, because I finally stopped

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trying to optimize my life and started actually living it.

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She didn't understand. I'm not sure she ever will, but

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that's okay. Some things can't be explained, only experienced. On

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the autumn equinox, I walk through the garden at sunset.

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The energy is different, now, slower, deeper, the plants preparing

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for the dormancy, ahead. The roses are putting out their

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last blooms of the season. Vegetables are finishing their harvest.

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Even the greenhouse has a contemplative quality, the tropical plants

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settling into the long wait for spring. Matt finds me

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in the orchid house where we first almost fell apart.

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The garden is getting sleepy, he says, I know, I

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can feel it. I lean back against him as his

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arms wrap around me. It feels like it's putting things away,

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getting ready for rest. That's exactly what it's doing. Winter

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is hard for an EmPATH. Vera always struggled with the

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dormant months. Will you help me through it. I'll be here,

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He presses a kiss to my temple. We'll figure it

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out together. That's what partners do. Partners. I like the

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sound of that. The orchids, ever attuned to romantic energy,

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manage one final bloom of the season, a single perfect flower,

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white with purple edges, opening just for us show offs.

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I murmur, they can't help it. They're romantics. Wonder where

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they got that from. Matt laughs, and the sound echoes

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through the greenhouse, and somewhere in the garden's fading awareness,

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I feel it. Smile. Spring will come again. I know

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this the way I know everything now, through the garden,

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through the gift, through the connection. I've stopped fighting and

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started embracing. The dormant months will pass, and the snow

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will melt, and the first crocuses will push through the

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cold soil, and everything will begin again, and I'll be

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here for it, present, awake, ready to bloom alongside everything else.

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The growing season is just beginning, and it's going to

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be magnificent. Thank you for listening to hot House. May

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you find the courage to stop optimizing and start living,

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and may you bloom exactly as wildly as you were

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meant to.