Saturday, January 14, 2012

World's Over Journal XXII A Day With the Sun

The garden is coming along fantastically, Toki brought many seedling along with bulbs from the stores at her village, which Priscilla informed me, Toki had obtained permission from the elders to take and that before the week was out the three of us were to go visit the village personally.

A small orchard of sickly looking fruit trees with moss for leaves, which we planted just the other day, are now standing just above my head and beginning to produce the oddest, but most tastie, multi coloured apples. Inside the fence there are several vegetables which now comprise our daily nutrients, they range from two different types of bean, karrots, tomatoes, cabbage and the ugliest looking sweet potatoes you ever saw.

The oddest part of the whole garden experience is that Priscilla takes the most care of the new life growing there, each morning she is up with the dawn and dressed to be out in the yard tending to the garden's daily needs. That may sound normal, but what is odd is that despite being so young she has taken no instruction from either Toki or myself on how to care for the various plants and their needs. She simply knew, somehow, though I have not asked nor do I feel that I need to. She is very respectful, always helping with the chores without question, whether that's preparing a meal or doing the dishes. She has even taken to massaging the sore spots on my weary body at the end of the day as we sit upon the porch together, the three of us.

Last night Toki made the mistake of issuing a small gasp as she stretched her neck while we sat upon the porch. Priscilla was quick to leave her cross legged position in Toki's lap to stand behind her. At first Toki cringed at Priscilla's touch, as if the mere thought of another being touching her disgusted her, but soon she relaxed as Priscilla's magical little fingers worked their magic, which not only soothed the pain in the moment but also relieved the muscles tension for long term benefit! It was rather cute to watch, a little girl in a purple dress, which was her night gown, make a six and a half foot tall troll battle maiden cringe.

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
Without Charles

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