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Vanessa could often be found by her gallery. When the front porch and the little garden she was creating there were caught by the shade of the room itself, she set up outdoors, but when the sun his it in full force, she preferred to stay inside. She may have been here for quite some time, she was still English and of delicate English complexion.
Luckily today was not one of those scorching days and so she could be found outside, for once, not painting, but planting a few small flowery plants that she had found elsewhere on the island. It wasn't Charleston yet - her beautiful and treasured garden - but she had every intention of making it so. The flora was foreign to her still, but in her time here she had learned by trial and error the plants, their nature and preference.
So there she was, an aged woman with a large straw hat, her knees on the ground and her hands in the earth, humming quietly and thoughtlessly as she worked.
Luckily today was not one of those scorching days and so she could be found outside, for once, not painting, but planting a few small flowery plants that she had found elsewhere on the island. It wasn't Charleston yet - her beautiful and treasured garden - but she had every intention of making it so. The flora was foreign to her still, but in her time here she had learned by trial and error the plants, their nature and preference.
So there she was, an aged woman with a large straw hat, her knees on the ground and her hands in the earth, humming quietly and thoughtlessly as she worked.