家族傳承 the family legacy Jane

Jane has a look of anticipation and wonder, holding a small notebook and pen, ready to document her journey of restoring the garden.

2024.02.12

在黎明的柔和金光中，珍站在守護著舊植物園入口的歷史悠久的鐵閘前。空氣中彌漫著綻放花朵的香氣，帶著園中往昔榮光的低語。

她伸手，指尖沿著鐵閘的複雜圖案輕輕劃過，感受著冰涼的金屬觸感。輕輕一推，閘門吱嘎作響地打開了，顯露出被野草覆蓋的小徑。珍走了進去，心中充滿了期待。這座花園曾是她祖母的熱情所在，是在這個常常並非如此的世界中一片美麗與寧靜的所在。

當她漫步於小徑，珍的目光落在每一株植物旁那些褪色的標籤上，那些手寫的字跡仍然清晰可讀："愛登玫瑰"、"真正薰衣草"、"日本山茶花"……每一個名字都見證了她祖母對這個地方的關懷與付出。

在花園的中央，野性蔓延的綠意中，矗立著一座宏偉的溫室。其玻璃窗板因多年的疏於打理而變得黯淡，但它堅韌不拔，如同綠海中的水晶宮殿。珍走向溫室，推開門走了進去。

陽光透過骯髒的玻璃灑下，在一排排空盆和乾燥的土地上投下斑駁的陰影。這裡將會是珍新開始的地方。她將用溫柔而堅定的雙手，恢復花園昔日的榮耀，不僅是為了向祖母致敬，也是為了自己和周圍繁忙生活的避風港。

隨著每一株雜草的拔起和每一顆種子的播種，珍感到自己與大地以及家族傳承的連結。花園將再次長出繁茂與活力，而在其心脈中，珍也將如此。

In the soft golden light of dawn, Jane stood before the timeworn wrought-iron gate that guarded the entrance to the old botanical garden. The air was scented with the perfume of blooming flowers, carrying whispers of the garden's past glories.

She reached out, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of the gate, feeling the cool metal against her skin. With a gentle push, the gate creaked open, revealing the overgrown path ahead. Jane stepped inside, her heart thrumming with anticipation. This garden had been her grandmother's passion, a place of beauty and tranquility in a world that was often anything but.

As she wandered the paths, Jane's eyes fell upon the faded labels beside each plant, the handwritten script still legible: "Rosa 'Eden'," "Lavandula angustifolia," "Camellia japonica..." Each name a testament to the care her grandmother had poured into this place.

In the center of the garden, amidst the wild tangle of nature's reclaim, stood a grand greenhouse. Its glass panes were dulled by years of neglect, yet it stood resilient, a crystal palace amidst the green. Jane approached the glasshouse, pushing the door to step inside.

Sunlight poured through the dirty glass, casting dappled shadows across the rows of empty pots and dry soil. This was where Jane's new beginning would take root. With hands tender yet determined, she would restore the garden to its former glory, not just as a tribute to her grandmother but as a sanctuary for herself and the bustling life of the city around her.

With each weed pulled and each seed planted, Jane felt a connection to the earth and to the family legacy that she was now a part of. The garden would grow wild and vibrant once again, and in its heart, so would Jane.

My Name is Jane.