A Man Called 'Mr. White' (part 2)

White is a color but Mr. White is a shade of many colors...

He planted rosemary and verbena in the winter hoping that the autumn could wash in the macro-nutrients from all the basins like Amazon and nurture his dear cultivars in due season

Mr. White believes that nerves work better with sound sleep and a relaxing drink after a meat meal in the morn.

"Let's grind the dry leaves in a porcelain mortar where we can extract the powdered portion without breaking a sweat," Javier, Mr. White's first son suggested.

"My remark is that you dream too much for a pure drink, Javier," Mr. White responded.

Mr. White looked at his son with a mixture of amusement and affection.

"My dear Javier," he began, "your ideas are as wild and colorful as the flowers in our garden. But I fear you dream too much for a pure drink. What you propose may yield a concoction beyond our reckoning. But isn't that the essence of life? To explore, to dream, and to create something extraordinary?"

Javier, undeterred by his father's response, smiled and nodded. His eyes sparkled with the same curiosity that had driven Mr. White throughout his life. Together, they embarked on a journey to unlock the potential of those dried leaves, to create a drink that would transcend the ordinary and perhaps even change the world.

As the days passed, their experiments led to unexpected discoveries, and the garden seemed to respond with even more incredible vibrancy. Mr. White's vision, it seemed, was boundless, and Javier was determined to follow in his father's colorful footsteps.

Little did they know that pursuing a "pure drink" would take them on an adventure filled with mystery, innovation, and the possibility of uncovering the most extraordinary shades of life.

And so, the story of Mr. White and his remarkable garden was just beginning, a story that would evolve into an exploration of nature's secrets and a celebration of the endless colors of existence.