Your feet slowly sink into the soft, spongy grass of a wide meadow orchard bursting all
around with color and fragrance. Jacaranda, Japanese cherry blossom, orange blossom, honey
locust, wisteria, crabapple, crape myrtle, fire maple, and many more are spaced randomly
throughout the field which continues on to the west for several hundred yards before coming
to an end beside the overgrown remnants of an elevated hovertrack built to service the automated
hydroplant at the mouth of the great river ages ago. The trees closest to the house, which
also include a few Scotch pine and red cedar, are strung with sparkling strands of colored
bulbs in preparation for the upcoming festivities.
Just to the north, an archway constructed of Japanese
red oak leads to a rock garden around back. The windowed door
to the east leads back inside.