The rainy season had passed and that meant the work in the garden had doubled. Ever since Sycamore's children had been born, the garden had grown in size too. It encompassed the entire south and west sides of the pond - framed between ancient mangroves and a clear sparkling creek. Today, Thaw was working near the boundary. Wasteland had, with some help, wrangled a fencing of sorts from hedges and sticks and vines. It didn't really serve to keep people out, but at least it did let people know they were crossing into someone's land.
Not that Thaw would claim it. It was his garden, the fruit of his years of labor, but he would never claim the land was his. The swamp was the MotherFather's and their children could freely enter and leave...so long as they didn't trample what was already growing there.
Today, he was working near the southern border, near the creek. He and Breath were laying out the bulbs that were to be planted there. Crocus and tulips, and hyacinth, alliums and lilys, and daffodils. He heard movement beyond the fence and raised his head to greet the visitor.
"Hello, can I help you?"
Amorpheous