you take the things you like, and try to love the things you took.
She'd been grateful for the cool breeze at 10AM. By noon, she'd started banking back her garden, protecting as much of the plants as possible from the coming cold. She'd been elbow-deep in dirt anyway, and she moved as fast as possible through the beds of flowers and vegetables. 1:30, and she was heading to New Gilead, running through the other gardens on the island in her mind, trying to figure out the fastest and easiest way between them.
The Compound was probably more important then both of her stops put together-- She'd thought of where she'd personally had crops first, but the Compound by and large had the majority of the island's fresh food supply. The trees would be fine, but anything sprouting... Her dad had shown her how to do this long ago, first with flowers and then with the side vegetable garden that they'd grown to help make ends meet before her mom'd died. It didn't matter that she was digging in the ground in a pair of shorts and a tank top, her toes curling in her flipflops. She had no idea when the temperature would drop further, and she needed to get as much done as possible - hopefully, it was a fluke and it would just suddenly go back to normal.
She made her way to the main gardens, and started banking back the smaller crops, stopping every now and again to squint up at the sky. It'd never gotten this cold this fast without it happening immediately, and that didn't bode well. The sudden siberia always changed the plants and huts, but there was no indication that anything like that would happen.
She remembered all too well when the hurricane hit, and the extent of the damage. 4pm rolled around when she was in the Compound gardens, wishing for both a bigger shovel, and more time. "Little House on the Prairie, much? At least we don't have to worry about a plague of locusts."
OOC: Opem to everyone - feel free to tag her at any point along her journey, as well as her coming by your pup's hut to bank their gardens on her way back to the Compound. Good time to meet her, although she might put you to work.
The Compound was probably more important then both of her stops put together-- She'd thought of where she'd personally had crops first, but the Compound by and large had the majority of the island's fresh food supply. The trees would be fine, but anything sprouting... Her dad had shown her how to do this long ago, first with flowers and then with the side vegetable garden that they'd grown to help make ends meet before her mom'd died. It didn't matter that she was digging in the ground in a pair of shorts and a tank top, her toes curling in her flipflops. She had no idea when the temperature would drop further, and she needed to get as much done as possible - hopefully, it was a fluke and it would just suddenly go back to normal.
She made her way to the main gardens, and started banking back the smaller crops, stopping every now and again to squint up at the sky. It'd never gotten this cold this fast without it happening immediately, and that didn't bode well. The sudden siberia always changed the plants and huts, but there was no indication that anything like that would happen.
She remembered all too well when the hurricane hit, and the extent of the damage. 4pm rolled around when she was in the Compound gardens, wishing for both a bigger shovel, and more time. "Little House on the Prairie, much? At least we don't have to worry about a plague of locusts."
OOC: Opem to everyone - feel free to tag her at any point along her journey, as well as her coming by your pup's hut to bank their gardens on her way back to the Compound. Good time to meet her, although she might put you to work.