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Post by Leafy on May 18, 2019 9:34:39 GMT -6
Roses were fairly hardy beings. They were fairly easy to grow if you took the time to prune their leaves. They were also susceptible to aphids, which meant that it was necessary for her to protect them from the small, green insects. Poetry helped by stamping at some of the thorns. Leafy didn’t think it was much help, but it was still help. Untangling the rose tendrils with her sheers seemed like a good plan as well. She didn’t want to cut off alive plant matter, so simply separating it was a good alternative. The roses themselves seemed to appreciate being taken care of. The leaves looked less wilted after she dealt with the rest of the plant. And once the old petals had been cut free, the fell to the ground where they could be used as fertilizer for the rosebushes in the future. Gardens had a whole efficient system going.
(Poetry 2 3/5, 7 3/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 18, 2019 10:41:10 GMT -6
As she got closer to uncovered the wooden garden chest, the composition of the plants surrounding it changed. Directly covering the chest was a combination of rose thorns and vines that Leafy didn’t know which plant provided. Poetry was interested in the sudden introduction of new plants. Leafy was impressed that the baby Equillion hadn’t gotten full yet. However, instead of eating the vines, she began to paw at them. Some of the weaker vines tore underneath her touch. Leafy beamed at her when that happened. The chest was slowly becoming uncovered and she hoped that there were the necessary gardening supplies she needed contained within. There was only so much she could do with a single pair of sheers. She had gotten close enough now that she could open the chest if it were capable of being opened in its current condition. However, she was going to need to cut away all the plant matter first.
(Poetry 2 4/5, 7 4/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 18, 2019 10:52:15 GMT -6
The chest itself was wooden and almost rotting. Leafy figured in the future, she would need to find a better place to keep gardening supplies. She could probably kick the chest open if she really wanted to. The wood looked that unstable. Poetry could probably destroy the chest as well. Even though she was still a baby Equillion, she was pretty strong. It took a few minutes of cutting through vines and dead roses before she had uncovered the chest enough. It was now ready to be pried open with just her fingers. She still had gloves covering her fingers, so she didn’t need to worry about getting splinters in her skin. She lifted the top up and flipped it open. The inside of the chest was damp and there was clear evidence of water damage. The wood was rotting in places as she had suspected. However, it still contained some gardening supplies.
(Poetry 3, 8)
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Post by Renathan on May 18, 2019 11:31:26 GMT -6
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Post by Leafy on May 24, 2019 10:54:10 GMT -6
Inside the chest was what she needed. At least it was what she needed to get started on the garden. There were more tools like a spade and things like that, but it also had various pesticides and plant nutrients. She grabbed all the necessary supplies out of the chest. Poetry was busy nosing around the various plants that still clung to the chest even after it had been opened. Leafy laughed at the sight of her standing with a tangle of vines hanging out of her mouth. The Equillion appeared content and not ill at all, so Leafy figured the plants must have been alright for her to eat. She beamed at the Equillion and turned back to her garden. She decided she would start with the roses, considering that had been her initial starting point. The roses would need to be sprayed down with some pesticides to get rid of the aphids.
(Poetry 3 1/5, 8 1/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 26, 2019 17:27:07 GMT -6
Poetry followed her as she headed towards the roses. Leafy hauled the gardening supplies with her. The roses were looking untamed and she needed to deal with that. She set down all the supplies next to the wildest of the rosebushes. She still had gloves covering her fingers which ensured that she would be protected from the thorns as she worked. Poetry watched her for a moment, trying to see if would do anything that resulted in her getting food. Leafy rolled her eyes and turned to work on the roses. The first thing that needed to be done would be to trim away all the dead leaves and flowers. She picked up the sheers and started by cutting off an entire section of browned leaves. She allowed the plant matter to drift gently to the ground. It would be used to fertilize the soil so there was no point in cleaning it up.
(Poetry 3 2/5, 8 2/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 26, 2019 17:32:24 GMT -6
Poetry stepped over and nosed the dead leaves. She pulled back before she could accidentally get cut by any thorns. Leafy ignored her and continued to cut away the dead parts of the rosebush. She was careful not to leave any thorns uncovered on the ground where they could be accidentally touched by her or Poetry. She covered them with soil. She didn’t know if the soil would make the plants decompose faster, but it would keep them from hurting the two of them. Once she was done cutting away sections of the rosebush, she put the sheers down and picked up the pesticides. She needed to spray the roses down in order to fight the aphids. She was sure that this was the type of pesticide that would be friendly to the environment. There was no way the garden would provide her with something that would harm it in the long run.
(Poetry 3 3/5, 8 3/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 26, 2019 17:43:27 GMT -6
“Yuck,” she said as she watched aphids jump from the roses.
She shook her gloved hand when one hopped straight onto it. Poetry gave her a strange look as the girl tried her best to avoid getting swarmed by aphids. The Equillion nickered to her as the girl glanced over at her. She cooed back in response before turning back to the garden. The more she sprayed the roses, the more aphids jumped free in order to flee the pesticides. She wasn’t afraid of the bugs, but she didn’t like the thought of them crawling on her skin. She squished a few of them in between the fingers of her gloves. The gloves not only protected her skin, they also helped to keep her hands clean. The next thing on her agenda, was to water the roses. She had a watering can, but she needed to fill it before she could use it.
(Poetry 3 4/5, 8 4/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 26, 2019 17:49:54 GMT -6
Poetry followed her as Leafy went over to pick up the watering can. She needed to find somewhere to fill it, but she wasn’t quite sure where that was. There might be a well or a naturally occurring pool. It was all a matter of finding it. She would need to walk away from the rows of rosebushes. If her garden had sections, this one would definitely be the rose section. Poetry followed her, eager to explore the rest of the area. She was more interested in finding delicious plants to eat rather than finding a water source. Leafy wanted to find interesting plants as well, but she certainly wasn’t about to eat them. She would keep an eye out for some as she looked for a source of water. She and Poetry began to walk a fair distance away from the roses. She eventually spotted a well in the distance.
(Poetry 4, 9)
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Post by Leafy on May 26, 2019 23:27:58 GMT -6
The well would be easy enough to reach. It was a fair distance away, but Leafy didn’t mind walking. She glanced over at Poetry who seemed eager to nibble at the various grasses in the near vicinity. It would be a bit difficult to wrangle the baby to the well, but she was in no hurry. She left her tools behind and began to walk towards the well. Poetry followed once she realized that the girl was leaving her. She held a clump of grass between her teeth with soil still attached to the roots. Leafy laughed as the dirt fell in a clump onto the Equillion’s chest fur. She leaned close and brushed the dirt free from the baby pet’s fur. They had made precisely no progress in moving closer to the well, but Leafy found herself having fun anyways. Gardening was a lot more fun when she didn’t take it seriously.
(Poetry 4 1/5, 9 1/5)
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Post by Renathan on May 26, 2019 23:59:28 GMT -6
A pretty pink flower lay forgotten by the wayside; nearby a bright red saranefruit dangled from it's position on the tree's limb. [16-20]
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 0:42:16 GMT -6
Leafy picked up a few interesting plants along the way to the well. She managed to keep them safe from Poetry, who instead munched away on some of the plants that were common to the area. Leafy only needed to collect the plants that were unusual, that she knew could be worth money. Some of them could even be used in the creation of Pachee. Of course, Leafy didn’t know quite how that worked exactly. She managed to reach the well after a bit more walking with most of her time spent on trying to corral Poetry forward. The baby Equillion was happy enough to go along with her. She felt like the creature was steadily warming up to her. She leaned over and ran her hands through the Equillion’s thick mane. The baby liked the attention and leaned in closer. They stayed like that for a few moments before she decided she needed to get some work done.
(Poetry 4 2/5, 9 2/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 20:35:01 GMT -6
Reaching the well seemed to be the easy part. Once she got there, she needed to figure out how to transport the water from the well into her watering can. There was a bucket attached to the well, she would need to crank the handle so that the bucket lowered into the water. When it was full, she would crank the handle again to raise it. Poetry waited while Leafy worked. She checked the plants around the well, searching for any that might be especially tasty. The girl fiddled around with the well until the bucket was lowered perfectly into the water. It didn’t take long before the bucket filled up. She began to crank the bucket back up, making sure to do it slowly and steadily. If she went too fast, the water would simply spill everywhere and then she wouldn’t have enough. When the bucket was high enough, Leafy unclipped it from the well.
(Poetry 4 3/5, 9 3/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 20:41:31 GMT -6
Once the bucket was free from the well, Leafy took the time to carefully pour water into the watering can. This would work temporarily. If she wanted to water any substantial section of her garden, she was going to need to find a hose. But for now, this would have to do. Poetry followed and the two of them began to head back towards the roses. The watering can was heavy, but the girl was able to carry it over towards the driest section of the rose garden. She scouted out the droopiest of the rosebushes and began to water the plant. To her surprise, the watering can didn’t lighten. It was almost as though it was an endless stream of water. At least it meant she wouldn’t need to take the time to find a hose now. She watered the rosebush until the soil around it was drenched and pooling water.
(Poetry 4 4/5, 9 4/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 20:49:45 GMT -6
Poetry took delight in splashing through the newly formed puddle of water. She nickered happily as her paws raked against the soil. It was a bit strange to own an Equillion that had paws, but that’s just the way Poetry was. She had shown up one day and Leafy had instantly grown attached. She smiled as she continued to water the plants. She tried to make sure not to water any weeds. However, it appeared as though she was going to need to clear some of them away. The weeds were not any ordinary dandelions. No, they seemed to be covered in a thick layer of thistles, almost as though they had mutated. They would be difficult to deal with, but Leafy was determined to clear them. She wrapped her gloved hands around the base of the nearest weed. She was thankful for the gloves considering the thistles were rather large.
(Poetry 5, 10)
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