With the days getting shorter and school starting, I feel the
pull to work in my gardens 24/7 while the weather is still good. Like Vilenok, I am sore everywhere from the
work. I do envy her though because she
doesn’t have arthritis adding to the joint pain. My work is also taking forever! Hopefully she will get enough done to satisfy
the board, as I hope I get enough to satisfy my board of one, ME.
Argora and Vilenok
Walking into Vilenok’s kitchen the day after her friend’s
mother left for the orc caverns, Argora sucked in her breath. Her friend sat at the table with her head on
the flat surface. The dwarf rushed over
and shook the thin shoulder. Vilenok
lifted her head as if it took all her energy to do the task. Black circles lined her eyes and sadness
filled the depths. Argora reached out to
feel the orc’s forehead with the back of her hand. The skin felt normal.
“Are you sick?” She
picked up the cup next on the table and refilled it with coffee from the
stove. Grabbing a second cup from the
cabinet, she poured herself a cup and doctored the liquid up with honey.
Vilenok rubbed her elbow.
“No, I don’t think so. I am
exhausted. After my mother left
yesterday, I started working on the backyard.
The neighborhood board will be here to inspect in five days. For hours I clipped. My knees, back, hands, shoulders, and elbows
ache. How do you do all this work daily
without falling over dead.”
“Dwarves are made for such work. I would feel just like you if I were forced
to run for long stretches like I see you do as the sun comes up.”
“You have seen me run?”
“Yes, and I could never do that.” Argora took a sip of coffee and
shuddered. She should have added some
water. “How about we go look at what you
did yesterday. I hope you didn’t kill
everything in the backyard. I wanted to
move some of those plants to the front.”
Vilenok grinned with her fangs popping out from under her
upper lip. “I thought you might want to
do that. I only cut the weeds and
flowers. I left anything that had some
sort of fruit or vegetable. I only want
productive plants that serve a purpose, not frilly pretty pests.”
“Well, the problem with that is most fruits and vegetables
flower before the crop begins to grow.”
A frown crossed Vilenok’s face. “Oh, I didn’t know.”
“Don’t worry. I am
sure that I can spare seeds or plants from my gardens with anything you might
have unwittingly lopped off.” Argora
stood. “Shall we get started?”
They walked out the back door. The brittle air of an early fall pinched at
Argora’s nose. She wasn’t ready to put
her gardens to bed. Winter in the human
world kept her inside. Homesickness
cloaked her spirits, until she noticed that back corner of the garden. With quick choppy steps, she reached the pile
of debris. Sifting through the leaves,
she groaned.
“You cut up all the strawberries.” Argora shook a velvety green leaf at Vilenok. “I would think you know what strawberry
plants are. They grow wild in the hills.”
“My sister did the foraging while I battled with the
boys. In my clan, I was the best of the
females, so I wasn’t given the task. I
ate them on the march, but I didn’t pay attention.”
Argora looked at the patch.
The previous owners of the property failed to use fertilizer and
neglected the weeds even before they sold to Vilenok. The dry ground left the stubble that remained
look brittle.
“I guess I will let my strawberry runners take root the rest
of the season. If we are lucky, I can
have ten to twenty baby plants for you by mid spring.” Argora pulled to small
shovels from the bag she brought from her house and handed one to Vilenok. “We need to get to work.”
The short tubby woman lowered herself down. She plunged the plant weapon into the ground loosening
the roots of weeds and strawberries alike.
Vilenok watched her for a moment.
“Why can’t we just leave it?
The height is all uniform with the grass.”
“The board is going to frown with our plan to turn this all
into lawn. If it is a lawn with weeds,
they will really be upset. We need to
get all this out of here and then seed it with grass for a uniform green and
height.”
“This is going to take forever.”
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