“Effendim, why have you not informed me of your colorblindness?! Now all the carnations, poppies, bulbs of tulips, anemone, fritillary, ranunculi, and even those pelargoniums and perpetual blooming roses I acquired with great difficulty from humans are of no use!”

“How so?”

“How so?! What is a flower's worth when its viewer won’t be able to distinguish its petals from its leaves? What is a garden's worth if it cannot bring pleasure to its owner?!”

“I never needed nor wanted pleasure from my gardens. I merely had to prepare them to be appeasing enough for Şehzade Musa’s eyes when he will visit my estate coming spring.”

“Well, then effendim, perhaps you should have hired a florist, not a gardener! Nevertheless, I will not abandon a garden entrusted to my hands, effendim. Neither will I charge you for the plants that has already been purchased. I had to restock my nursery anyway. But no, I will not plant any red flowers in your garden.”

“But how can a garden be called a garden without red tulips? The şehzade will not be pleased without them.”

“We’ll see about that, effendim. Blue and white blossoms have their own beauty, and after all, fragrance and form has as much importance as color. I have great confidence that I would be able to please both his highness Musa and you with my plantings.”

“Very well then, do as you please, for I feel too exhausted today to bother enough to behead you. But be reminded, insolent gardener, if your planting fails your words, you shall meet your end impaled on the hooks in the city walls, and your carcass shall remain there till the birds pick your bones clean.”

---

Something loosely based on something I dreamt while taking a nap yesterday afternoon.