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"The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself."
--Henry Miller
There were a variety of tiny things that had come together and culminated in the small swath of land Grissom stood on now. The need to do something, the slowly-growing sense of burn-out that he'd been feeling at home, even the soreness he'd had leftover from the guy who'd made him jog all weekend.
The desire to contribute something beautiful to a society, when he'd been waistdeep in blood and crime-- that had been part of it too.
In jeans and a now much dirtier t-shirt, he crouched low, patting some of the freshly moved dirt into place. He'd managed to find, isolate, and bring back several different plant species that would work as larval and nectar food plants. And with the sheer number of butterfly species on this island, it shouldn't take too long for them to discover the hub of safe food.
Grissom blinked. As if it was some kind of sign, a large blue and black butterfly settled on a nearby flower, flapping its wings slowly.
[He's making a butterfly garden! Squints and norms both are encouraged to tag in-- it's not that far off the beaten path.]
--Henry Miller
There were a variety of tiny things that had come together and culminated in the small swath of land Grissom stood on now. The need to do something, the slowly-growing sense of burn-out that he'd been feeling at home, even the soreness he'd had leftover from the guy who'd made him jog all weekend.
The desire to contribute something beautiful to a society, when he'd been waistdeep in blood and crime-- that had been part of it too.
In jeans and a now much dirtier t-shirt, he crouched low, patting some of the freshly moved dirt into place. He'd managed to find, isolate, and bring back several different plant species that would work as larval and nectar food plants. And with the sheer number of butterfly species on this island, it shouldn't take too long for them to discover the hub of safe food.
Grissom blinked. As if it was some kind of sign, a large blue and black butterfly settled on a nearby flower, flapping its wings slowly.
[He's making a butterfly garden! Squints and norms both are encouraged to tag in-- it's not that far off the beaten path.]