He trusted in the Vision.
Meanwhile, as spring advanced, the flowers in the Seed ranch began to come to life.

Over the five hundred acres whereon the flowers were planted, the widening growth of vines and bushes spread like the waves of a green sea.

Then, timidly, colours of the faintest tints began to appear.

Under the moonlight, Vanamee saw them expanding, delicate pink, faint blue, tenderest variations of lavender and yellow, white shimmering with reflections of gold, all subdued and pallid in the moonlight.
By degrees, the night became impregnated with the perfume of the flowers.

Illusive at first, evanescent as filaments of gossamer; then as the buds opened, emphasising itself, breathing deeper, stronger.