Flower Garden In that morning, I was sitting in the library of my elder sister with a copy of Plutarch's 'Lives'. Her set up housed a fabulous library by her husband who was no more but once had been a well known civil servant of his time. In many journeys in my juvenile era, I had come to this family, and this sire was once my tutor and well-wisher, and in whose library, I had come across, good volumes by great authors and the sire had special appetite for literary fiction. He had his quietus in one of his official junkets, a heart attack because he was overburdened, lately in his official career. This house was primarily a galaxy of good and uncommon texts by the deceased elder, and the part I was perusing that morning was Demetrius's papa ill quoting Euripides to his son for a matrimony and the young man agrees. Though it did not diminish his libertine tendencies, as the author tells. And there was Ptolemy in the enemy line and such materials......My elder sibling had created a nursery after the passing of her husband .....She had purchased an old estate that had ragged ceramic 1