// where your body hears the words of the sun //
She pointed directly at the images on the front of each seed satchel – the indicator of exactly what they’d grow up to be – shaking her head, countering it with a serene smile. “Of course. Lavender it is, then.” Snagging at her trowel, she turned back to see he’d already dug into the dirt, so she sighed, pulling her hair upwards into a messy bun instead, and then placing her gardening gloves upon her hands.
She left the tool beside her, in case he felt the need, as she crouched beside him. “Maybe a little more,” she encouraged, gathering other materials close at hand – the watering can, the seeds themselves – monitoring and watching over the progress. “You want about this much space,” she indicated with her hands placed only modest means apart from one another, to give him a rough estimate.
Mittens, meanwhile, made squawking noises, probably to irritate or grasp Sol’s attention, while the humans worked on their planting structures.
She left the tool beside her, in case he felt the need, as she crouched beside him. “Maybe a little more,” she encouraged, gathering other materials close at hand – the watering can, the seeds themselves – monitoring and watching over the progress. “You want about this much space,” she indicated with her hands placed only modest means apart from one another, to give him a rough estimate.
Mittens, meanwhile, made squawking noises, probably to irritate or grasp Sol’s attention, while the humans worked on their planting structures.
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
