Farrow
Farrow retrieved a few more saplings, setting them a few feet apart on the bank, marking where the new saplings would be planted before digging her knees into the dirt and thrusting her trowel into the damp earth.
Farrow's thoughts regressed until they knew nothing but the smell of running water and damp, petty earth, and the feeling of mud working it's way under her nails. It was methodical, the way she dug siglnfle-mindedly into the earth, clearing a home for new life, cleaning the small, spindly roots of the mangrove saplings and tucking them, gently and neatly into their holes.
One might have thought her care would impede Farrow's speed, slowing her down enough to be near useless, but springs spent sowing her mother's garden made her quick, and in no time at all, a neat row of mangrove saplings had been settled into the river bank.
Farrow's thoughts regressed until they knew nothing but the smell of running water and damp, petty earth, and the feeling of mud working it's way under her nails. It was methodical, the way she dug siglnfle-mindedly into the earth, clearing a home for new life, cleaning the small, spindly roots of the mangrove saplings and tucking them, gently and neatly into their holes.
One might have thought her care would impede Farrow's speed, slowing her down enough to be near useless, but springs spent sowing her mother's garden made her quick, and in no time at all, a neat row of mangrove saplings had been settled into the river bank.
When in doubt, use nettles
