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Nathan // deep roots
Apr. 9th, 2018 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taicharaLooking good, looking good ...
-- And they were looking good, if Nathan did say so himself.
Brushing dirt off his gloves -- sure wouldn't hurt his pants -- he stepped back to survey his handiwork: rows of little green seedlings, trays of homegrown munchies ready to get nommed, all merrily slurping up the water his barrels fed out beneath the light of the pavement prisms overhead.
Maybe a little more light wouldn't hurt. But under the sidewalks was safer. No one bothered to check if the Old Town blocks had stuff in them.
Now Mr. Meister just needed to come do a pickup.
-- And they were looking good, if Nathan did say so himself.
Brushing dirt off his gloves -- sure wouldn't hurt his pants -- he stepped back to survey his handiwork: rows of little green seedlings, trays of homegrown munchies ready to get nommed, all merrily slurping up the water his barrels fed out beneath the light of the pavement prisms overhead.
Maybe a little more light wouldn't hurt. But under the sidewalks was safer. No one bothered to check if the Old Town blocks had stuff in them.
Now Mr. Meister just needed to come do a pickup.