Klara • The roses speak to me (![]() ![]() @ 2018-02-21 14:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, phil coulson (thingsgotmessy), ~2018 february, ~25 points, ~~~klara prast (ladyoftherose) |
Who: Klara and Phil
What: BIG TALKING
Where: At their home
When: AT THIS MOMENT
why: THE FEELS OKAY THE FEELS
Warning: FEELS
Status: closed and in progress
Klara was sitting in the kitchen, making a mess that she would, in fact, clean up when she was finished. She had a table full of tiny peat pots lined up with carefully crafted labels for each tray. She was humming as she worked, carefully plotting out what seeds were ready to go into a pot now and grow under her careful care and which would need to go in later. She had a notebook with notes, no less. Everything plotted out to a T.
She had been a farmer first. Growing up. Before she was married off. It had never left no matter how far removed from Bern she had become. The technology and the varieties of seeds had changed since then but she didn't care. She was making it all work just fine. She sang some old Germanic folk song as she worked, comfortable. She and Phil would eat like kings come summer and fall. She was preparing them for so much food she was sure she could give it away to his friends.