Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the greenhouse windows, warming the air. Evelyn carefully watered her orchids, each delicate bloom a testament to her care. She'd received the letter, the one saying her automatic plant sprinkler was already patented, but she barely gave it a glance.

She hummed softly to herself, a tuneless melody that drifted on the air.

She was already imagining the next experiments, a new variety of self-pollinating sunflower. The possibilities excited her.