Afternoon, garden
Having cleared the shop of most of the older herbs, Zhaan decided to spend the afternoon in the sun whether there was sun or not, making cuttings to dry. A few would be replanted to cultivate more plants.
Working gently, she talked softly to the plants, thanking each for their contribution.
Her mind drifted here and there, recalling past gardens she'd been in. Friends she'd walked in them with, sometimes they were people she only remembered as voices. Others walked through her memories with a startling clarity.
Working gently, she talked softly to the plants, thanking each for their contribution.
Her mind drifted here and there, recalling past gardens she'd been in. Friends she'd walked in them with, sometimes they were people she only remembered as voices. Others walked through her memories with a startling clarity.