“Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Complete Verse
The gardens of the Jenkins estate may be stunningly beautiful, but they don't get that way all on their own. Without the hard labor and never ending patience of the Head Gardener they would be no more than a miniature wasteland. This is where he/she lives when she's/he's not slaving away to keep the beds looking their best and where he/she starts the sprouts and seedlings in the attached green-house.
