Guest Posted April 18, 2016 Share Posted April 18, 2016 It was a bit of a pity the gardeners didn’t meet. Some plants bloomed in winter and, in fact, there were dozens of plants that bloomed in late December and early January. John was planning to take advantage of that fact, actually. In truth John wasn’t a botanist in the strictest sense but he certainly grew plants. He didn’t believe in black thumbs, the superstitious belief some people were just cursed with plants. He had every confidence that, with instruction, Sophia would do well. At least if she took it seriously, and by her indications she did. “G-g-good.” John said. Gardening was one of the few activities were a proper lady could wear pants and get down in the dirt without social reproof. Even the previous Queen had done it. Sophia seemed like the sort who would appreciate that. While her revelation hadn’t made John think less of her, it had made him think she needed an opportunity to express a more physical, performance based, and energetic side. He had no designs on his friend but he thought she might enjoy riding through nature and working the land. That she might benefit from exhausting her energy on such affairs. John hadn't taken offense, he'd just been surprised. He was used to being alone abroad, where if he scraped himself he had, at best, a whining cuddling dog for comfort. He appreciated Sophia's care for him, even if it surprised him. John nodded as she said he didn’t need to return her handkerchief. He’d offer out of politeness but such things passed easily between friends. Anna returned, “Thuh-thank you.” He said as he took them from her. John gestured the second pair was to be given to Sophia, “We nuh-need to gently dig them up to look at the… roots.” John said, “If the ruh-roots are healthy then the p-p-plants have pruh-probably just suffered ill care. With a b-b-bit if nursing they’ll return to health. If they’re ruh-rotting or infected…” Then their chances were grim. He took one of the less prickly plants, “Wuh-watch, and be c-c-careful not to damage the roots.” He quickly dug around the plant. He lifted it up gingerly and, shaking some of the dirt off, revealed perfectly healthy roots. He said, “This w-w-will live if we g-g-give it careful attention.” He would need to find out just what sort of temperature and soil it liked. A question for the library. “If the ruh-roots were rotting or showed suh-signs of disease it’d be d-d-different.” But they didn’t. John placed the plant back in the pot and patted the soil into a similar tightness to what it’d had before. He gestured that Sophia should do the same, watching her rather than moving onto the next. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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