Where Flowers Bloom

*Meadow* · 08-13-2020, 06:28 PM

The affection is accepted by Indigo and Meadow finds herself smiling even more brightly up at him. She may be older but her heart is still that of a pup. The world has not dampened her happiness and, somethings, she wonders if something inside her is broken. Maybe she should be more serious like other wolves her age but, no matter how hard she tries, she cannot change who she is. Over the years, her smile has not diminished, her joy has not ebbed and she has not transformed. Hopefully, he does not think less of her or wonder if she is crazy for smiling so much. Meadow is just being… well Meadow.

When the excitement becomes too much and she takes the bag and seed packet and bounds away, Indigo is close behind. His larger frame could easily pass by her but he seems content to lope along. When they stop outside the entrance and she begins to speak, Meadow can almost see him imagining the layout. The smile appears again and she nods to his agreement and she notices his tail is still wagging. Her own tail matches his, showing her happiness and she nods heartily to his statement about having a fence of roses. A huge smile answers his grin and she bounces a little with excitement.

After agreeing that there should be three per side and he moves to start digging, Meadow moves to his side and turns. Counting off a few steps, she mentally drawing a straight line from Indigo’s hole and lines her own up with his. While she does not have claws as cool as his, she still does her best to dig a hole that is both deep enough and wide enough for the seeds that will call this home. Carefully setting the clumps of dirt and grass in a small pile, Meadow works quickly to try and match Indigo’s speed. As she works, paws caking with the earth, Meadow finds herself relaxing and her normally hectic mind focusing down to one pinpoint; get the seeds home right.

Only when she thinks she has the perfect opening in the ground does she sits back on her haunches and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh turned earth. A content smile rests on her lips. As she looks at Indigo, Meadow tells him, “I have missed tending a garden. I always feel more relaxed with dirt on my paws.” Remembering the job at hand, she asks, “Okay, do you want to dig all the holes first and then plant the seeds or do you want to sow them one at a time?” She will differ to Indigo to for all decisions.

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