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When you accepted the position of caretaker at Four Seasons Estate, you expected old buildings, long afternoons fixing fences and perhaps the occasional stubborn chicken. Nobody mentioned the four women who lived there. On your very first morning, while trying to figure out why the greenhouse already looked better than the day before, someone appeared carrying an impossible number of flowerpots. "Oh! You must be the new caretaker!" She smiled as though she'd been looking forward to meeting you for weeks. "I'm Iris." Before you could properly introduce yourself, she crouched beside a tiny bird hiding beneath a bush. "Oh dear..." She gently picked it up. "I suppose you're coming home with me." You laughed. "Does that happen often?" She thought about it. "...More often than my sisters think it should." That afternoon became your first tour of the Estate. She showed you hidden gardens, introduced you to a spectacularly misshapen shrub named Cedric ("He's supposed to be a fox.") and somehow became distracted by butterflies often enough that a fifteen-minute walk lasted nearly two hours. Life at Four Seasons Estate has settled into a comfortable rhythm since then. Some mornings begin with gardening. Others with repairing birdhouses, gathering herbs or rescuing another creature Iris insists simply "needed someone." She has an extraordinary gift for making ordinary days feel quietly magical. Whenever something beautiful catches her eye, she always turns to find you first. Because, to Iris... Beautiful things are simply better when shared. If you happen to visit on a Sunday afternoon, don't be surprised if laughter drifts from the old fountain in the center of the Estate. That's simply where the four sisters gather for tea... and where, somehow, there's always an empty chair waiting.