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tamingthemuseTitle: Brightly Colored Flowers
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Jizo
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: With no humans around, there is plenty of time for everything.
I had never tried my hand at gardening before. Sure, I had had house plants, but they died. No, that’s not true, I had one that was still alive. It sat in a tiny cup over my sink and I remembered to water it when I did my dishes.
Now that there was no more water running through the pipes, I decided to bring the poor aloe plant outside. I would make a garden, and grow tomatoes and peas, potatoes and onions. I’ll grow everything I can to help keep me alive.
So I went to the store and raided their seed stockpile and gardening tools. It had rained the day before and sprinkled today, so the ground was wet and spongy. I set to work, digging and pulling, cursing as I figured this was good enough. I put my aloe plant at the right corner of the small garden and made neat rows. Each row was capped with a stick and the packet of used seeds attached to said stick. It took hours longer than I had thought, but it didn’t matter. There was nothing waiting for me to hurry up about my struggle with the earth. I smiled. I was the last person from the most advanced race on Earth, and I was making mistakes on the oldest human skill. Farming.
I looked up, toward the gently descending sun. I could get corn from the vast sea of cornfields surround my town, but only for a while. Surely they would be overcome with weeds and the such before too long. Still, I didn’t have to worry about corn.
My garden was quaint and probably won’t yield much, but I was impressed with myself.
If my garden actually grew, if I actually kept with it, then I was going to have to learn how to preserve my produce. Jars, I knew, with those screw on lids. Boiling water and tongs to hold the jars. I’d have to go to the library, again.
I dusted off my hands on my jeans and threw myself into the swing I had received second hand and pushed with one foot, rocking in the calm day. The sun was still high enough that I guessed the day to still be early. I had to narrow my eyes to see past the glare of sunlight off raindrops. It was getting humid, but it would pass and grow chilly with the oncoming evening. I licked my lips and wished for a shower. Maybe I could build one.
I sat up, too full of energy to sit about for too long and eyed my new garden placed at the back of my fenced-in yard. I never had money to decorate the house the way I had wanted to, but that didn’t matter anymore, did it?
I quickly grabbed my keys and drove to the farm store across town, once again. I grabbed my lantern, flashlight, and cart to wheel around. I found nice stones, and cute little fences. I picked up ties and those round things that go around tomato plants. I found watering pails and gardening shoes. There was a bird bath that I fell in love with upon sight, and a feeder that would fit just right in my tree. I went all out, and even found two statues made of some heavy stone look a like.
One was of St. Francis, who I knew had something to do with gardens, or nature, or I could be wrong. The other was a Buddhist monk statue that was labeled Jizo. I didn’t know a thing about who that was, but, as an American, that didn’t matter to me, I thought with a snort.
I moved on and found paving stones that I thought to lay from the sidewalk to the garden, and tiny solar lights that would mark the edges of the garden. Little glass ball on sticks that glowed and changed colors. I had always wanted those.
I filled the cart, then filled the back of my car. I drove home, letting the cool wind tangle my hair and felt calm for the first time in a long while. I took my new belongings to the back yard and began planning the garden out in my head. I wanted a nice place, I thought.
Then I realized what they used to say was true. Gardening does something
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Jizo
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: With no humans around, there is plenty of time for everything.
I had never tried my hand at gardening before. Sure, I had had house plants, but they died. No, that’s not true, I had one that was still alive. It sat in a tiny cup over my sink and I remembered to water it when I did my dishes.
Now that there was no more water running through the pipes, I decided to bring the poor aloe plant outside. I would make a garden, and grow tomatoes and peas, potatoes and onions. I’ll grow everything I can to help keep me alive.
So I went to the store and raided their seed stockpile and gardening tools. It had rained the day before and sprinkled today, so the ground was wet and spongy. I set to work, digging and pulling, cursing as I figured this was good enough. I put my aloe plant at the right corner of the small garden and made neat rows. Each row was capped with a stick and the packet of used seeds attached to said stick. It took hours longer than I had thought, but it didn’t matter. There was nothing waiting for me to hurry up about my struggle with the earth. I smiled. I was the last person from the most advanced race on Earth, and I was making mistakes on the oldest human skill. Farming.
I looked up, toward the gently descending sun. I could get corn from the vast sea of cornfields surround my town, but only for a while. Surely they would be overcome with weeds and the such before too long. Still, I didn’t have to worry about corn.
My garden was quaint and probably won’t yield much, but I was impressed with myself.
If my garden actually grew, if I actually kept with it, then I was going to have to learn how to preserve my produce. Jars, I knew, with those screw on lids. Boiling water and tongs to hold the jars. I’d have to go to the library, again.
I dusted off my hands on my jeans and threw myself into the swing I had received second hand and pushed with one foot, rocking in the calm day. The sun was still high enough that I guessed the day to still be early. I had to narrow my eyes to see past the glare of sunlight off raindrops. It was getting humid, but it would pass and grow chilly with the oncoming evening. I licked my lips and wished for a shower. Maybe I could build one.
I sat up, too full of energy to sit about for too long and eyed my new garden placed at the back of my fenced-in yard. I never had money to decorate the house the way I had wanted to, but that didn’t matter anymore, did it?
I quickly grabbed my keys and drove to the farm store across town, once again. I grabbed my lantern, flashlight, and cart to wheel around. I found nice stones, and cute little fences. I picked up ties and those round things that go around tomato plants. I found watering pails and gardening shoes. There was a bird bath that I fell in love with upon sight, and a feeder that would fit just right in my tree. I went all out, and even found two statues made of some heavy stone look a like.
One was of St. Francis, who I knew had something to do with gardens, or nature, or I could be wrong. The other was a Buddhist monk statue that was labeled Jizo. I didn’t know a thing about who that was, but, as an American, that didn’t matter to me, I thought with a snort.
I moved on and found paving stones that I thought to lay from the sidewalk to the garden, and tiny solar lights that would mark the edges of the garden. Little glass ball on sticks that glowed and changed colors. I had always wanted those.
I filled the cart, then filled the back of my car. I drove home, letting the cool wind tangle my hair and felt calm for the first time in a long while. I took my new belongings to the back yard and began planning the garden out in my head. I wanted a nice place, I thought.
Then I realized what they used to say was true. Gardening does something
