"The Officer's Club and the barracks are fine, but the dell's a mess," Harry said, taking the pouch from her. "Just when it was recovering from the monsoon, too... I managed to cover over the flowers before the winds got too bad, but one of the trees fell, and there's still not much left alive. I'll have to get some seeds from the Compound garden to fill in the gaps."
Having never gardened before, it surprised him how well he'd taken to looking after the dell, and how protective of it he'd become. It was soothing, somehow; having something to do with his hands took his mind off other things. He'd reckon Sonya was cooking for similar reasons.
"The weather's been hell lately. And it won't be long until Halloween, either..." He thought back to last year, when he'd been woken by zombies at the door, and shook his head. "I suppose it keeps us on our toes."
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on 2010-09-21 10:03 pm (UTC)Having never gardened before, it surprised him how well he'd taken to looking after the dell, and how protective of it he'd become. It was soothing, somehow; having something to do with his hands took his mind off other things. He'd reckon Sonya was cooking for similar reasons.
"The weather's been hell lately. And it won't be long until Halloween, either..." He thought back to last year, when he'd been woken by zombies at the door, and shook his head. "I suppose it keeps us on our toes."