Gardening Time
Jun 20, 2020 20:05:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2020 20:05:10 GMT -5
It had been a rough month. Zirah was exhausted, and he was just hoping that, today, nothing would go wrong. He wanted to enjoy some peace and quiet. No demanding maps, no random signs offering to trade, no rain, no snow, no pink-green glitter showing randomly up in his kitchen.
He just wanted to be left alone. The morning sun wasn't too warm, the day looked like it was going to be beautiful, and Zirah had plans.
After a lovely breakfast, the mage changed into some clothes that he wouldn't mind getting dirty. Gloves were grabbed, a wide-rimmed straw hat was plopped on his head, and out Zirah went. He wasn't sure where the yard behind his shop had come from, whether it was the shop itself giving him a peace offering or the weird magic of this land doing it, but he was happy. It meant he could plant himself a garden, and not just grow herbs on the windowsills of his place.
Now, that's not to say Zirah was great at gardening. Maybe not even good. But he was, in his eyes, acceptable, and that's what mattered. Besides, having fresh things to cook with was one of the best things in life.
Tea was also on that list. And chocolate. And his books, at the top of that list, of course. Hot bubble baths, a warm fireplace, a foot massage, a giant, soft bed with a dozen pillows. Peach tarts. Apple pie. Cheesecake. A roast duck.
We could be here all day.
Back to gardening.
Despite his choice of outfit, Zirah wasn't about to do any hard labor. Goodness no. He did not study all those many, many years to tune into his magic and wield it like an expert to go grab a shovel and....do whatever he needed to do with it.
He worked smart, not hard.
Putting on his gardening gloves, Zirah eyed the back yard critically. It was spacious, and even came with a picket fence around it. Which was white, but now was a pale blue.
Fifteen minutes and numerous spells later, everything was set up. The vegetable garden was in the perfect spot, the ground all ready for the seedlings he had. A small area for a small orchard was ready, too, as he had a handful of saplings that would produce fruit for him at some point. Ground had been dug up near his home and around the fence for flowers and bushes, though he would need to get some of those later.
But for now, he tugged off his gardening gloves, and moved the different seedlings he had got over to the garden. Of course he wasn't going to use magic to put them in the ground and cover them and water them. They needed a loving touch.
Completely oblivious to the fact he only wore gardening gloves to do magic and was now getting his manicured hands dirty, Zirah knelt in the dirt and got to work, humming a cheerful tune.
So far, so good.
He just wanted to be left alone. The morning sun wasn't too warm, the day looked like it was going to be beautiful, and Zirah had plans.
After a lovely breakfast, the mage changed into some clothes that he wouldn't mind getting dirty. Gloves were grabbed, a wide-rimmed straw hat was plopped on his head, and out Zirah went. He wasn't sure where the yard behind his shop had come from, whether it was the shop itself giving him a peace offering or the weird magic of this land doing it, but he was happy. It meant he could plant himself a garden, and not just grow herbs on the windowsills of his place.
Now, that's not to say Zirah was great at gardening. Maybe not even good. But he was, in his eyes, acceptable, and that's what mattered. Besides, having fresh things to cook with was one of the best things in life.
Tea was also on that list. And chocolate. And his books, at the top of that list, of course. Hot bubble baths, a warm fireplace, a foot massage, a giant, soft bed with a dozen pillows. Peach tarts. Apple pie. Cheesecake. A roast duck.
We could be here all day.
Back to gardening.
Despite his choice of outfit, Zirah wasn't about to do any hard labor. Goodness no. He did not study all those many, many years to tune into his magic and wield it like an expert to go grab a shovel and....do whatever he needed to do with it.
He worked smart, not hard.
Putting on his gardening gloves, Zirah eyed the back yard critically. It was spacious, and even came with a picket fence around it. Which was white, but now was a pale blue.
Fifteen minutes and numerous spells later, everything was set up. The vegetable garden was in the perfect spot, the ground all ready for the seedlings he had. A small area for a small orchard was ready, too, as he had a handful of saplings that would produce fruit for him at some point. Ground had been dug up near his home and around the fence for flowers and bushes, though he would need to get some of those later.
But for now, he tugged off his gardening gloves, and moved the different seedlings he had got over to the garden. Of course he wasn't going to use magic to put them in the ground and cover them and water them. They needed a loving touch.
Completely oblivious to the fact he only wore gardening gloves to do magic and was now getting his manicured hands dirty, Zirah knelt in the dirt and got to work, humming a cheerful tune.
So far, so good.