I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-02-22 02:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | pamela isley |
i_am_poison In bloom [Mostly narrative setup, but feel free to come visit]
Astronomically, spring was only a month away. The spring equinox, they said, was the first day of spring.
How stupid.
Why did they look at the sky to measure the beating heart of the earth? Seasons were important, yes, but they weren't timed. A tree didn't lose it's leaves because of the calender month. And plants certainly didn't grow just because the days was equal to the night.
And here, in the City, it was still winter. Still cold and dark, even when the sun was out. Ivy didn't like that. Not at all. But when Ivy didn't like something she changed it. Ivy was good at that; nothing in natured stayed the same. It was a cycle.
Sometimes you to had to spin it forward a little.
She had been working on this for a long time, carefully selecting and breeding plants that were hardy to the cold, purchasing equipment to help them, having it installed in a quiet corner of the City.
She was almost ready.
Spring was almost here.
Why yes, Ivy is planning something! It should be ready to spring into action by the weekend. Keep off the grass, but feel free to visit Ivy in her greenhouses in the meantime.