6th of Summer, 501AV
Tiny brow wrinkled with intense concentration, Sydelle reached out chubby hands to pat the dry dirt of her 'garden' - all two of her plants. Dry! She opened her mouth to tell her mum, took a big breath and - remembered bits and pieces of what the older woman had said.
"This is your garden, Syddie."
"You must listen and learn and try to take very good care of it."
"Always remember to water your plants - when the olla is nearly dry, then you must remember to refill it."
Mum had told her that using the 'very serious' voice and the 'very serious' face. It was the same voice and face that she used when Syd had done something wrong and was supposed to 'learn her lesson'. So Syd had paid attention. And now, instead of shouting to her mother that her plants were thirsty, Sydelle pursed her little mouth and crouched down low to look at the dirt.
Mum had said when the olla was 'nearly dry', so Syd frowned at it. One pudgy hand reached out to the lidded pot, mostly buried in the dirt. Raising the lid, she leaned forward and peered into the shadowed interior. Not trusting her eyes - and because it seemed like fun - Syd stuck her fingers into the cool space, and felt the shallow pool of water in the bottom. So she splashed it around, before removing her hand.
Satisfied that the first condition had been met, Syd sat back on her heels and nodded, as she'd seen her father and the other farmers on the Outpost do. "Yup. Purty dry in there," she stated, matter-of-factly, and to no one in particular.
Tiny brow wrinkled with intense concentration, Sydelle reached out chubby hands to pat the dry dirt of her 'garden' - all two of her plants. Dry! She opened her mouth to tell her mum, took a big breath and - remembered bits and pieces of what the older woman had said.
"This is your garden, Syddie."
"You must listen and learn and try to take very good care of it."
"Always remember to water your plants - when the olla is nearly dry, then you must remember to refill it."
Mum had told her that using the 'very serious' voice and the 'very serious' face. It was the same voice and face that she used when Syd had done something wrong and was supposed to 'learn her lesson'. So Syd had paid attention. And now, instead of shouting to her mother that her plants were thirsty, Sydelle pursed her little mouth and crouched down low to look at the dirt.
Mum had said when the olla was 'nearly dry', so Syd frowned at it. One pudgy hand reached out to the lidded pot, mostly buried in the dirt. Raising the lid, she leaned forward and peered into the shadowed interior. Not trusting her eyes - and because it seemed like fun - Syd stuck her fingers into the cool space, and felt the shallow pool of water in the bottom. So she splashed it around, before removing her hand.
Satisfied that the first condition had been met, Syd sat back on her heels and nodded, as she'd seen her father and the other farmers on the Outpost do. "Yup. Purty dry in there," she stated, matter-of-factly, and to no one in particular.