Guest Posted October 31, 2016 Share Posted October 31, 2016 The Orangery The great glass windows supported in their metal frames let in the weak winter sun whilst keeping out the brisk breezes, lending a luxurious warmth to the outdoor-indoor space that was the orangery. The air was moist as well as warm, the great orange trees in their large pots carefully tended so that they would produce their treasure-trove of exotic fruit in the summer, unhindered by lack of water or blight of frost. A few orange flowers lent an exotic citrus scent to the air. Between the great pots, stone benches were set so that courtiers might come and enjoy the sunshine without the need to brave the outdoors, and in the centre was a statue of a nymph and two sets of wrought iron tables, painted white, with matching chairs, that one might sit and take tea and enjoy the ambiance of the orangery. John was dressed in an outdoors outfit. He'd had time to drop off his horse and dogs but had to make haste here afterward. He had, at least, cleaned himself up a little for the meeting. John had taken a seat and was currently waiting, blithely looking at anyone who happened to pass. When there was no one, his eye was drawn to the plants. John had experience with orangeries but not much with exotics. He hoped he would soon. But regardless, he did have a use for them right now: by extending the growing season he could get access to out of season fruit. One of the fringe benefits of his hobby was a well stocked kitchen. The King, it seemed, preferred to ensure he had pineapples and the like when it was their season. He couldn't fault the man. John would probably grow pineapples too, if he had the chance... His mind wandered, wondering what strange new plants he'd find once the business with the expedition was sorted. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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