A consequence from Roses of Remembrance.
Zi’da 90, Arc 721
The thunderstorms had finally subsided and given way to occasional snowfall, much to Ayla’s delight. The young Mortalborn enjoyed playing in the garden and running around with her four-eyed puppy Fluffy, or building snowmen. This trial, she was not doing anything of that sort though. Instead, she followed Tristan through the garden, a little bucket and a shovel in her hands. Both father and daughter were dressed in warm jackets, with knit hats on their heads that they took off when they entered the greenhouse.
Inside, it was cozy, at least compared to outside.
Contrary to what non-gardeners might believe, using a greenhouse in winter, even an unheated one, was absolutely possible. During the trial, Tristan knew, the greenhouse trapped the heat from the sun which allowed the plants to stay warm at night, although he had decided to use a bit of additional protection, cover the plants and wrap some insulating fabric around the pots in order to minimize the risk of cold damage as much as possible.
Furthermore, he had put containers of water that he had covered with black paint into the greenhouse in order to create a heat sink. The containers of water absorbed heat during the trial and released it at night which increased the temperatures inside the greenhouse by a few degrees. Sometimes, even a little more warmth could make all the difference.
“Shall we start gardening now?” he asked Ayla. When she nodded eagerly, he filled her bucket to the brim with soil and gave her a few flower pots and bulbs, for simple flowers that would thrive without much care (He didn’t think it would be a good idea to let a little girl handle more demanding plants.). “Fill the pots with soils and put the bulbs into the soil so that the pointy end is facing upwards”, he told his daughter who listened attentively, her blue eyes wide. “Do you think that you can do that?” he asked her.
She nodded again and started dumping soil into her pots with obvious delight.
Smiling slightly, Tristan turned around in order to take care of his own work. He didn’t doubt that Ayla would make mistakes, at least every once in a while, but this wasn’t about perfection. This was about sharing one of his favourite activities with his daughter and having fun together. Besides, he’d likely be able to fix anything that she did wrong.
The young man had already noticed that the roses that he had planted outside at the beginning of the cycle seemed to be doing well, in spite of Cylus rapidly approaching, when he had walked through the garden with Ayla, but the roses that he was growing in the greenhouse were doing even better. They seemed to be having a veritable growth spurt, in fact, although there was no sign of them budding or producing flowers so far.
It was, Tristan thought and abruptly glanced at his late grandfather’s golden watering can that he had brought with him, it was as if there really was something magical about it.
He would, he realized, have to re-pot them!
Zi’da 90, Arc 721
The thunderstorms had finally subsided and given way to occasional snowfall, much to Ayla’s delight. The young Mortalborn enjoyed playing in the garden and running around with her four-eyed puppy Fluffy, or building snowmen. This trial, she was not doing anything of that sort though. Instead, she followed Tristan through the garden, a little bucket and a shovel in her hands. Both father and daughter were dressed in warm jackets, with knit hats on their heads that they took off when they entered the greenhouse.
Inside, it was cozy, at least compared to outside.
Contrary to what non-gardeners might believe, using a greenhouse in winter, even an unheated one, was absolutely possible. During the trial, Tristan knew, the greenhouse trapped the heat from the sun which allowed the plants to stay warm at night, although he had decided to use a bit of additional protection, cover the plants and wrap some insulating fabric around the pots in order to minimize the risk of cold damage as much as possible.
Furthermore, he had put containers of water that he had covered with black paint into the greenhouse in order to create a heat sink. The containers of water absorbed heat during the trial and released it at night which increased the temperatures inside the greenhouse by a few degrees. Sometimes, even a little more warmth could make all the difference.
“Shall we start gardening now?” he asked Ayla. When she nodded eagerly, he filled her bucket to the brim with soil and gave her a few flower pots and bulbs, for simple flowers that would thrive without much care (He didn’t think it would be a good idea to let a little girl handle more demanding plants.). “Fill the pots with soils and put the bulbs into the soil so that the pointy end is facing upwards”, he told his daughter who listened attentively, her blue eyes wide. “Do you think that you can do that?” he asked her.
She nodded again and started dumping soil into her pots with obvious delight.
Smiling slightly, Tristan turned around in order to take care of his own work. He didn’t doubt that Ayla would make mistakes, at least every once in a while, but this wasn’t about perfection. This was about sharing one of his favourite activities with his daughter and having fun together. Besides, he’d likely be able to fix anything that she did wrong.
The young man had already noticed that the roses that he had planted outside at the beginning of the cycle seemed to be doing well, in spite of Cylus rapidly approaching, when he had walked through the garden with Ayla, but the roses that he was growing in the greenhouse were doing even better. They seemed to be having a veritable growth spurt, in fact, although there was no sign of them budding or producing flowers so far.
It was, Tristan thought and abruptly glanced at his late grandfather’s golden watering can that he had brought with him, it was as if there really was something magical about it.
He would, he realized, have to re-pot them!
