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Daffodil 8, Color of the Day: Bloom
Author: Kat
Title: Bloom
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Daffodil 6 (new growth), color of the day (dissilient),
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (a flower), miniature collection, seed beads
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Katie and her garden.
Warning: none.
Notes: Pride #6.
Katie started gardening during her marriage. It was a nice proper hobby for the nice proper wife she was still trying to be then. Of course, the landscaper did everything that mattered. She only designed the beds, and occasionally selected flowers to put in attractive vases in attractive places. She never got her hands dirty. Never got involved.
She enjoyed it, though, in the limited way she enjoyed things then. The scent of the flowers, the soft smooth feel of a petal between her fingers, the splashes of color interrupting the lawn.
It should, she thinks, have been a sign.
After her divorce, after she found her cozy little bungalow in her friendly, open neighborhood, Katie realized she could garden properly this time. No one was there to stop her. Edward was gone and her parents had given up, so why not?
The garden didn't go so well at first. Half her perennials died and she made the mistake of planting mint in the ground. But she had dirt under her fingernails and gallons of mint tea, and at the day's end she could look out over her (scraggly, desperate, beautiful, perfect) garden and feel like she'd accomplished something good.
By the time she met Naomi, her garden was flourishing. California poppies flung bright orange petals along the sidewalk. Planters filled with irises stood beside her mailbox. This year she'd experimented with a trellis of morning glories and, she thought, would keep it. And of course her roses, not native but beloved nonetheless, in carefully tended beds behind the house.
Then there was Naomi, brown and beautiful, tucking an iris behind Katie's ear, then kissing her warm and soft. Katie made her lover bouquets of bright orange poppies and dark red roses for her desk at work. The garden bloomed.
Title: Bloom
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Daffodil 6 (new growth), color of the day (dissilient),
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (a flower), miniature collection, seed beads
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Katie and her garden.
Warning: none.
Notes: Pride #6.
Katie started gardening during her marriage. It was a nice proper hobby for the nice proper wife she was still trying to be then. Of course, the landscaper did everything that mattered. She only designed the beds, and occasionally selected flowers to put in attractive vases in attractive places. She never got her hands dirty. Never got involved.
She enjoyed it, though, in the limited way she enjoyed things then. The scent of the flowers, the soft smooth feel of a petal between her fingers, the splashes of color interrupting the lawn.
It should, she thinks, have been a sign.
After her divorce, after she found her cozy little bungalow in her friendly, open neighborhood, Katie realized she could garden properly this time. No one was there to stop her. Edward was gone and her parents had given up, so why not?
The garden didn't go so well at first. Half her perennials died and she made the mistake of planting mint in the ground. But she had dirt under her fingernails and gallons of mint tea, and at the day's end she could look out over her (scraggly, desperate, beautiful, perfect) garden and feel like she'd accomplished something good.
By the time she met Naomi, her garden was flourishing. California poppies flung bright orange petals along the sidewalk. Planters filled with irises stood beside her mailbox. This year she'd experimented with a trellis of morning glories and, she thought, would keep it. And of course her roses, not native but beloved nonetheless, in carefully tended beds behind the house.
Then there was Naomi, brown and beautiful, tucking an iris behind Katie's ear, then kissing her warm and soft. Katie made her lover bouquets of bright orange poppies and dark red roses for her desk at work. The garden bloomed.