#Garden time

[adrasteiax]

my love was always woven with leaving

W.S. Merwin, from Variations To The Accompaniment Of A Cloud in “Garden Time"

[introvertedlass]

Look at my Columbine! Aren’t the colours beautiful:)

[butterfilledpockets]

So, butter

How many people have joined the hole?

I still want to play uno rn

Dont you dare pull out any cards thats not uno

No ditch today fellas, we all doin some good ol gardenin :)

i assign you on flower duty

(completely legal uno reverse. surprise. now YOU have Pokémon cards in YOUR deck)

[superkawaiimothman]

Sauropod time :3

[allmyandroids]

🪻🌿🌺

[crewman-penelope]

Garden time

Little fluff drabbel, 765 words, l'Oncle Lyutsifer and Mathilde in the garden

“Careful now. ..”, Safin whispered as he took a sprout in his hand. Kneeling on the ground he and his young guest had digged some small holes into the garden bed.

He handed the sprout softy into Mathilde's hand.

“There. Now settle it in.”

Mathilde froze for a second and blew a strand of hair from her face away. Safin helped her to get her eyes free by wiping the strand behind her right ear.

“That's better, right?”

“Mhm.”, she nodded and eventually placed the sprout into the hole. With her little hands she shoveled earth aside it and pressed it.

“Not too harsh. Here -”

Safin reached for the small watering can and gave it to Mathilde.

He did not have to explain what to do, Mathilde had seen him often tending to his plants.

Safin watched satisfied how Mathilde cared for the seedlings.

“Very good. We come now daily and check on them. We have to watch out for snails, though, but you will see your plants grow. And in no time we can eat fresh radish.”

“I like radish!”

Safin chuckled and wiped his hands, before he also wiped Mathilde's with a cloth.

“I know. You like it a bit spicy.”

In fact, Safin found out about Mathildes 'spice tooth' as he found her sneaking into his kitchen garden by harvesting and eating the chives.

“Oncle Lyutsifer? How long will they need to grow?”

“We need some patient. But in six week they will be ready to harvest.”

Mathilde made a long face. “Six week!? This long?”

Safin smiled by her expression. “Don't fret, precious. We have so much to do in the garden.”

He got up and took Mathildes hand to lead her to the next garden bed.

“The carrots are soon due, and many of the herbs needs to be collected.”

Mathilde looked around in the potager and nodded.

“Yes, that's true.” She looked up to Safin with an serious face, unaware that she was mirroring him.

“I know most of the herbs now. I have studied them.”, she proclaimed.

Safin tried to held his face still serious as he answered: “Please, enlighten me!”

Mathilde wiggled away from him but made sure she didn't step too close to the poisoned plants aside growing.

“There is Thyme, and this is basil.”, she pointed the plants out. “This is parsley - I like that a lot in my scrambled eggs - and this is marjoram.”

She made a face by the last plant.

“But don't like Marjoram, right?”

“The taste is too strong.”

“Says the girl who would eat radish fresh from the earth.”

“But that's different.”

"Clearly.”, Safin laughed.

“Oncle Lyutsifer?”

“Yes?”, Safin asked back, curious what idea she has in mind now. This girl was full of ideas and brainstorm.

“Why are they so much flowers around the potager?”

Safin pointed to the bee hives.

“You realize the potager is a circle?”, he asked her while making a fitting gesture. “It is like a small circle of life. Kitchen spices and tea herbs, surrounded by flowers for the bees. So all will bloom and grow.”

“The bees are pollinating the flowers.”

“Oh, that's very good, Mathilde.”, Safin cheered up. "You remember the lesson?”

Mathilde nodded firmly, her eyes on the bee hives. “And they make the honey I love so much.”

“Yes.”, Safin said. “There is nothing better then a comb, soaking in honey, to spread it on fresh baked bread. Wouldn't you agree?”

Mathilde sighed delighted and grinned up to Safin.

“Oh! Can we have that for tea?”

“Of course.”, Safin smiled and squeezed softly Mathilde's hand.

“Everything you wish, my precious.”

Solemnly, both walked along the herbs, while Mathilde playfully threw their name out.

“Rosemary. Sage. Lemon balm. Chamomile. Penny royal..”

Safin watched her, all proud l'oncle, relishing in the living, joyful view of this clever child. It was a shame her mother preferred to be drugged and to sleep her days away, instead of joining him willingly.

He had not yet lost hope, though.

One never know.

Taglist: @safin-supremacy2 @villainworshiper @cuckoo-on-a-string , @chevy2497

[fourteen--steps]

Behold an angy stinky hissy pissy man 🐍 He has been removed from the drainage grate, with much snapping and puffing - truly had me quaking in my boots - and for good measure he pooped on my shovel. But I’m pretty definitely sure he was stuck there so I’d rather be safe and get him out even if it annoys the crap out of him, literally 💩

[vanillatalc]

having a troublesome night with the Bad Girl

[adrasteiax]

(...) to move nothing and to touch nothing as though I were a ghost or here in a dream and I know it is a dream that has no age in this dream the same river is still here the house is the old house and I am here in the morning in the sunlight and the same bird is singing

W.S. Merwin, from The Other House in “Garden Time"

[introvertedlass]

[00fishbish]

This property falls under Straw Hat territory.

[prophetofthesufferpuppets]

These are my ladies

[lowqualitycatphotos]

[calamitys-child]

What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

[fourteen--steps]

It's almost August and the indian pink is blooming for a second time, really love this plant.

(For reference, it's supposed to, and did, bloom in May-June)