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From Chronicles
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Kingsdale - Enclosed Garden(#2526RM)
This plot of land is of a fair size, longer than what it is wide. At one of the ends there stands a sturdy structure which is the greenhouse for the farm. There is where a great many of the seedlings which end up in the ground itself are started. The walls of the greenhouse are of clear plastic, kept clean to allow the most sunlight possible to the tender plants within. There are many beds of tilled earth here as well, with ditches running through at intervals to make it easier for foot passage for the purpose of either harvest or tending to the plants themselves. Behind the greenhouse is a compost pile and there is a small locked shed which houses the tools for the farm's use. A tall fence encloses the property, with a gate near to the greenhouse and a second gate on the opposite side.
With matters settling into place for the plot of land, Sage has invited Isabeau to join her at the vegetable garden. She waits inside fenced in area, crouched beside a crate that seems to contain packages of seeds for the plants they've decided to grow here. She wears a pair of work clothes that have look like they've been with her for some time.
The slender redheaded woman has made her way to the garden, looking forward to seeing how it has progressed. And looking forward to choosing what will be grown there. Having come inside the fenced enclosure, she easily spies Sage and steps in that direction, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Much like Sage, she wears a different set of clothes -- a pair of slightly tattered jeans and a button-up shirt that's one size too big, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. A hat is perched on her head, to ward off the heat of the sun. "Hey, Sage," she calls in greeting, a smile in her tone and lighting her features.
Looking up at the other woman's voice, Sage's lips curl into a smile. "Mother dearest." She replies warmly with a mild teasing tone, "Hey, Isabeau." She adds soon aftewards. She raises to her feet as she sets aside the bags of seeds for the time being. She purses her lips briefly, "I have been thinking of a proper way to start this garden..." She says, stepping closer to her friend. "And... I think I may have found something fitting for this garden, if you'll humour me." Her brow raising faintly to ask the unspoken question.
Isabeau gives a little murmur and ducks her chin, blushing as she looks to Sage, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. Yet she quirks a grin, and then gives a nod. "I have to thank you, again, for the tea. It's working wonders, and I think Etienne's worrying less, since it means I can actually eat something in the mornings," she says softly, her tone holding warmth to it. "Oh? What is it you've found?" she asks, genuinely interested and curious.
Sage's smile takes on an amused quality when the other woman reacts to her light tease, before nodding faintly to the comment about the tea. "You're quite welcome." She replies softly with sincerity, "And I am glad to hear that it working well for you." She pauses when she's asked about what she's found, "Well, perhaps found is the wrong word..." She concedes, "But, some communities in the wilderness have ceremonies to mark the planting..." She explains, "And, I thought that we could have our own small form of ceremony... and I can think of nothing better than to have a new mother sing softly as she plants the first few seeds." She says, "I can .... provide humming accompaniment if you like... I may learn to sing some day but it is not here yet." She considers the other woman to judge how the suggestion will be received.
"So far it is. I was beginning to think I wouldn't be eating anything in the mornings," she says softly, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. Isabeau even manages to have a bit of colour in her cheeks, no doubt from the tea helping her to feel better and eat something. Tilting her head slightly to one side, she considers the suggestion which has been offered, and then smiles brightly. "I like the idea. So long as you don't mind that it's not in English, I think there's something suitable that I know," she says softly, her tone thoughtful and warm. "So what will we plant today, as the first seeds?" she asks, sounding eager.
Sage chuckles softly before giving a nod, "Yes, eating in the morning is generally good." She agrees, with a faint smile. "It is good to see you looking healthier too." She adds, before smiling more warmly as the woman agrees to her proposal. "No, it is the spirit behind it that truly counts." She says, before leaning down to take up two of the bags in particular. "Since it is a nice day to be outside..." She offers one of the bags of peas over to the woman for her consideration, before gesturing towards where she's taken the liberty of setting up some poles from which netting can be hung to support the peas' growth and make harvesting easier.
"Etienne rather thinks so, too. I think he was more worried than he wanted to admit," she says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's good to feel healthier, too. I feel better with being able to eat in the mornings. Though some mornings, I still end up sick, it just happens before I get the tea made," she says, then chuckles wryly. She accepts the bag of pea seeds, then smiles before giving a nod. "It's a beautiful day, finally," she says warmly, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. With the bag in hand, she then starts to head towards where the peas will have their 'home'.
There are a handful of rows that have been setup with the posts and a hoe has been taken to dig a shallow trench in which the peas may be planted before being covered with dirt. A nod of acknowledgement is given to the comments about the other woman's mornings, but seems to let the topic drift away on the wry chuckle. "Then, we shall not let it go to waste." She says softly, as she walks over towards the rows that have been marked for the peas. Once closer it is easier to tell that there's a gap between the two sets of rows for the peas as if something else has been marked for that space. She'll move to a different row than Isabeau chooses. "Whenever you are ready." She says softly, as her hands work to open the pea package.
Stepping to the rows, she chooses one seemingly at random, and then she lowers to her knees. Opening the bag of seeds, she takes a moment of pause before taking out a small handful. As she starts placing the seeds, she starts to sing then -- a song of growing, a song of health, a song of plenty. Not English, as she'd mentioned, but instead singing softly in a European tongue.
When the other woman lowers herself to her knees, Sage follows suit. Her eyes slide shut, and her lips move with silent words as if offering a silent pray or plea before the other woman begins to sing. Her eyes open and their gaze drifts to the other woman with a small smile. She may not understand the words, but she tries to pick out the underlying melody to the song. Once she thinks she has gotten it, she begins to hum softly enough that it would take a careful ear to hear it as she doesn't want to take anything away from the other woman's song - rather trying to reinforce it. As she does this, she takes her own handful of seeds and begins to make the rows of seeds within the trench.
With the redhead's song and humming accompaniment by the light auburn haired woman drifting through the air, the garden has begun on the lovely warm day. It will take some time for the mildly tedious work to be done, but the first step has been taken to bring this garden to life. And, there will be many other tasks that lay in the future for it...
Tags: isabeau, sage
