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capeandcowllogs2011-08-13 11:44 am
soldieringblue) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-08-13 11:44 am
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insert weak garden pun
WHO: Kuwabara, Blue, the space rodent in above icon
WHERE: Hakuhaus, the garden out back
WHEN: Saturday morning/afternoonie
WARNINGS: Harmless
SUMMARY: psychic things and plants and nobody's life in grave peril for a time! go figure. hopefully keith won't suddenly be compelled to shoot a giant, planet-razing laser through it all just on principle.
FORMAT: no
Tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, a kind of squash...Carrots, unseen - root plants, Blue learned. He was still learning. But most of the plants that had grown and flowered in that garden bore their color above the ground to be seen, making the experience much more satisfying. Granted, Baroona did most of the work, as he knew his way around the garden much better. Anyone on Earth probably could, comparatively, as life in exile on a space ship hiding in the mountains offers little chance to growing much of anything of this nature. Blue always approached the plants tentatively; not only did he not know much outside of sunlight, water, plants weren't thinking lifeforms. He couldn't tell what was needed and when. Baroona knew, seemingly by just the way a leaf would lean, which never ceased to impress.
But he'd been reading about it, now and then, when there was enough chance for repose (rather rare lately, but even so). He had borrowed the book from the library he'd initially mistook for Lupin's place of work, and still had a few days left with it. With Ophelia's torment gone and the migraines that came with it just a memory, setting his mind to something quiet and productive did him well.
He had the book open on the ground beside him as he sat before the tomato plants, looking from the pictures to the plants themselves to compare. Rain, happy to be allowed outside, was scampering and skittering throughout, a little blue blur getting lost in the greens. Like the violence, the heat had ebbed, too, making it a pleasant day to be outside; it felt almost safe to be content. Blue was trying, at least.
WHERE: Hakuhaus, the garden out back
WHEN: Saturday morning/afternoonie
WARNINGS: Harmless
SUMMARY: psychic things and plants and nobody's life in grave peril for a time! go figure. hopefully keith won't suddenly be compelled to shoot a giant, planet-razing laser through it all just on principle.
FORMAT: no
Tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, a kind of squash...Carrots, unseen - root plants, Blue learned. He was still learning. But most of the plants that had grown and flowered in that garden bore their color above the ground to be seen, making the experience much more satisfying. Granted, Baroona did most of the work, as he knew his way around the garden much better. Anyone on Earth probably could, comparatively, as life in exile on a space ship hiding in the mountains offers little chance to growing much of anything of this nature. Blue always approached the plants tentatively; not only did he not know much outside of sunlight, water, plants weren't thinking lifeforms. He couldn't tell what was needed and when. Baroona knew, seemingly by just the way a leaf would lean, which never ceased to impress.
But he'd been reading about it, now and then, when there was enough chance for repose (rather rare lately, but even so). He had borrowed the book from the library he'd initially mistook for Lupin's place of work, and still had a few days left with it. With Ophelia's torment gone and the migraines that came with it just a memory, setting his mind to something quiet and productive did him well.
He had the book open on the ground beside him as he sat before the tomato plants, looking from the pictures to the plants themselves to compare. Rain, happy to be allowed outside, was scampering and skittering throughout, a little blue blur getting lost in the greens. Like the violence, the heat had ebbed, too, making it a pleasant day to be outside; it felt almost safe to be content. Blue was trying, at least.
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"We got salt?" Probably. Why wouldn't they have salt? "Raw tomato's pretty awesome with salt."