BUILD MY DREAMS, TREES GROW ALL OVER THE STREETS ; open, planting

[Suiteheart]

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Suiteheart didn't necessarily have a green thumb. No, she often left these duties to to her more than skilled wife. From time to time, she would help Margaery in the gardens, watering flowers and picking weeds, tilling soil and moving rocks. It was not often that she planted anything herself, for she wasn't sure if she had the potential to keep anything alive for that long. Even so, she had suddenly wondered about her abilities, and she definitely wanted to try them out.

Spring was on its last leg, and summer was fast approaching. The territory was still cool and often blessed by rain and sunshine, which made it a very lovely climate for plants to grow. At least, that was Suite's thinking. Granted, she was correct, but she couldn't be too sure. She'd only half read the book she'd found on gardening. The female was determined though. She was always determined.

A box of small saplings sat at her side while dark eyes scanned a bit of the burned territory. The earth was still scorched from Roy's unfortunate incident, but it seemed the grass was beginning to grow again. The green was brighter, healthier. From the book, she recalled, burning things could often lead to good outcomes (despite the horror of it). The book had said burning could help restore nutrients to the land, and that pinecones opened their seeds in the midst of fires. Already, she could see a few pine trees beginning to sprout above the darkened earth. This excited her, for she believed this would be the perfect spot to plant a few trees in order to help restore was was hurt.

After having cleared away various debris and long-dead trees that offered nothing, it was finally ready. Suiteheart stood upon the blackened ground and dug about ten inches into the soft dirt. She quickly retrieved a mimosa tree sapling (one of her favorites). She placed the small tree into the earth, gingerly covered it with soil, and stood back. The plant rested peacefully in its place, and once satisfied with the fact that it wouldn't fall over, she moved on the the next.

The second tree she would be planting was a willow tree. Though it wasn't as pretty a blooming mimosa in her eyes, it was a close second. As she worked on securing this sapling into the ground, she hoped it and all the rest she would plant would eventually grow big and strong and beautiful.
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