Time Stamp 31 Fall 513
The sun was hidden today, behind murky gray clouds so common in the swamps. It promised to rain, but that did not mean that the gardens did not need tending to. Eleven days since she had become Mistress Katherine's garden slave, and every day she had spent toiling and working long hours to put the garden into order. Once she finally got things situated, then the gardens would work themselves mostly freeing her up to oversee and make sure weeds did not poke their pesky heads up, to gather the ripe herbs and other flowers that grew there in. Then perhaps Mistress Katherine would see fit to put her to better use then simply working in the dirt. Alas, until that day she had to slog out in the weather, be it sunny or rainy.
This day Shayna slips into the gate, for she never went through the shop where customers might see her, carrying two large trays full of sprouts. The trays were not heavy, but because of her small stature they were bulky, but she manages to get them through the gate and to the third row from the end. She had managed to get the first acreage free of weeds, and while there were more weeds to go, she needed to get these herbs planted before the Fall weather breaks. Get their roots into the ground before the winter cold and they will lay dormant, ready to sprout come spring. If she did not get them in the ground soon though, the ground would be too cool and the roots would not take hold.
Her plain dress was worn but still serviceable to keep her body mostly protected from the foliage as she settles on the ground, her knees pressing into the damp earth. Bending she uses her hands to dig into the ground, creating a mound of dirt and a small hole. Raising, she turns to the large trays, and pulls out a sprig of mint, a small cube of soil tangling in its roots as she settled it into the ground. Her fingers pat the soil back in place. One plant down, twenty two more to go.
The sun was hidden today, behind murky gray clouds so common in the swamps. It promised to rain, but that did not mean that the gardens did not need tending to. Eleven days since she had become Mistress Katherine's garden slave, and every day she had spent toiling and working long hours to put the garden into order. Once she finally got things situated, then the gardens would work themselves mostly freeing her up to oversee and make sure weeds did not poke their pesky heads up, to gather the ripe herbs and other flowers that grew there in. Then perhaps Mistress Katherine would see fit to put her to better use then simply working in the dirt. Alas, until that day she had to slog out in the weather, be it sunny or rainy.
This day Shayna slips into the gate, for she never went through the shop where customers might see her, carrying two large trays full of sprouts. The trays were not heavy, but because of her small stature they were bulky, but she manages to get them through the gate and to the third row from the end. She had managed to get the first acreage free of weeds, and while there were more weeds to go, she needed to get these herbs planted before the Fall weather breaks. Get their roots into the ground before the winter cold and they will lay dormant, ready to sprout come spring. If she did not get them in the ground soon though, the ground would be too cool and the roots would not take hold.
Her plain dress was worn but still serviceable to keep her body mostly protected from the foliage as she settles on the ground, her knees pressing into the damp earth. Bending she uses her hands to dig into the ground, creating a mound of dirt and a small hole. Raising, she turns to the large trays, and pulls out a sprig of mint, a small cube of soil tangling in its roots as she settled it into the ground. Her fingers pat the soil back in place. One plant down, twenty two more to go.
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