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Child of the 7th Age · 06-12-2003, 04:13 PM

Pio's post:

8 Cermië

Breakfast, such as it was, was done. Amaranthas had no time to fuss over the Elf who had obviously made it to the kitchen with a minimum of hobbling. ‘There’s some seed cake in the bread drawer,’ she said as she gathered her flower basket and cutters from off the stand next to the back door. ‘I’m going out in the garden to find some flowers to take to Miz Rose’s.’

Amaranthas was nearly out the door when Pio came hobbling up behind her. ‘Wait for me,’ she mumbled, her mouth stuffed with a chunk of seedcake and an apple in her hand. ‘I need to get out doors myself. The walls are closing in on me a bit. Let me go with you; I will hold the basket for you.’

The garden was at its morning freshest as they walked among the flower beds. Amaranthas strode with a critical eye from planting to planting, snipping bunches here and there and laying them carefully in the basket. The old Hobbit was a wealth of information on flower growing and more interestingly, to Pio, on flower lore.

‘They all have a meaning, Miz Pio,’ she said as they walked along. ‘Look over there, that ivy that trails over that garden wall. Ordinary looking isn’t it?’ Pio nodded her head yes, wondering what the old woman would make of the everyday, ordinary vine that crept its way in everywhere.

Amaranthas cut several long strands of it and handed it to the Elf. ‘We’ll take to Miz Rose’s with us, and twine it in among the red and white roses on the wicker trellis where Cami and Maura will say their vows. It will be a reminder of marital love, as are those roses, and a declaration of the fidelity, friendship, and affection they share.’ Shading her eyes from the sun, she glanced up at Pio. ‘You know Cami has chosen little bouquets of primroses and wood sorrel to honor you and the little ones – primroses for them and wood sorrel for your joy and delight in them.’

‘Hmmm,’ Pio’s face bore a look of consideration, and she began to question Amaranthas as they walked about on the meanings of the plants in her garden. When the Hobbit had gotten what she wanted, she traipsed back to her kitchen, the Elf trailing thoughtfully behind her.

I shall just borrow those, if I may,’ Pio said taking the flower shears from off the counter where Amaranthas had laid them after trimming the ends of the flowers. ‘You go ahead and stay here to fix up your bouquet. I am going back out to make one of my own.’

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

06-12-2003, 04:13 PM	#3
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Pio's post: 8 Cermië Breakfast, such as it was, was done. Amaranthas had no time to fuss over the Elf who had obviously made it to the kitchen with a minimum of hobbling. ‘There’s some seed cake in the bread drawer,’ she said as she gathered her flower basket and cutters from off the stand next to the back door. ‘I’m going out in the garden to find some flowers to take to Miz Rose’s.’ Amaranthas was nearly out the door when Pio came hobbling up behind her. ‘Wait for me,’ she mumbled, her mouth stuffed with a chunk of seedcake and an apple in her hand. ‘I need to get out doors myself. The walls are closing in on me a bit. Let me go with you; I will hold the basket for you.’ The garden was at its morning freshest as they walked among the flower beds. Amaranthas strode with a critical eye from planting to planting, snipping bunches here and there and laying them carefully in the basket. The old Hobbit was a wealth of information on flower growing and more interestingly, to Pio, on flower lore. ‘They all have a meaning, Miz Pio,’ she said as they walked along. ‘Look over there, that ivy that trails over that garden wall. Ordinary looking isn’t it?’ Pio nodded her head yes, wondering what the old woman would make of the everyday, ordinary vine that crept its way in everywhere. Amaranthas cut several long strands of it and handed it to the Elf. ‘We’ll take to Miz Rose’s with us, and twine it in among the red and white roses on the wicker trellis where Cami and Maura will say their vows. It will be a reminder of marital love, as are those roses, and a declaration of the fidelity, friendship, and affection they share.’ Shading her eyes from the sun, she glanced up at Pio. ‘You know Cami has chosen little bouquets of primroses and wood sorrel to honor you and the little ones – primroses for them and wood sorrel for your joy and delight in them.’ ‘Hmmm,’ Pio’s face bore a look of consideration, and she began to question Amaranthas as they walked about on the meanings of the plants in her garden. When the Hobbit had gotten what she wanted, she traipsed back to her kitchen, the Elf trailing thoughtfully behind her. I shall just borrow those, if I may,’ Pio said taking the flower shears from off the counter where Amaranthas had laid them after trimming the ends of the flowers. ‘You go ahead and stay here to fix up your bouquet. I am going back out to make one of my own.’ [ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.