∞ 92: Warming weather [action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He didn't send out an announcement of any kind when they returned home. Others had already announced their dead and offered any words of encouragement or frustration.

Instead, Albert spent the days following the draft ... working on his flower beds. March had brought with it a warm spell, meaning that his seeds would be germinating and eventually sprouting. This is also the time for pulling down the dried vines from his trellises.

It's a lot of work (and a lot of garden), so he'll be out and around the house until late in the day. It's as dusk approaches that he can be found sitting on the porch, watching three tiny owls perched on the porch fencing.]

...Welcome back.

Comments

[falenandawn]

How do you know how big the roots are, though? [A pause, his cheeks warming just slightly.] Yes. A friend gave it to me. She said it was important.

[chikaidestroyer]

You will need to check the roots visually. If you can see the roots from the drainage holes in the pot, you will need a large pot. [Which is reminding him that he will probably need to have a talk with Caesar soon enough.] ...If it is important, then that's even more reason to check the roots. A small pot will stifle the plant's growth.

[falenandawn]

I'll be sure to do that, then. [Probably almost weekly, even.] She said it was precious, so I want to take good care of it.

Thank you for your advice.

[chikaidestroyer]

You are quite welcome. It's a pleasant change of pace. [Doling out gardening advice instead of tactical advice, that is.]

[falenandawn]

It is. [Just talking was nice, really. Preferable, even, in this place.]