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The Garden
By Hutchlover
Once upon a time there was a land far out west where the sun shown
all year round. And over this land watched The Gardener. The
Gardener planted his trees and flowers and vegetables all around the
land. Everything was planted meticulously and with order, but the
Gardener wanted to test his garden and make his plants stronger. So
he gathered some seeds of wild plants and weeds in his palm and blew
them over the terrain to land where they may.
In one section of the garden, near a great expanse of water the
Gardener used to keep the soil fertile, he planted row upon row of
pansies. Deep blue and white pansies all lined up in straight rows
like little soldiers. And the pansies bound together to fight
against any of the wild flowers that the wind blew into their plot.
They would not let the weeds overtake them or their land.
One spring at the edge of the plot of pansies grew a Flowering Ash.
This tree grew tall and broad quickly over the course of the
following summer and nothing the pansies could do would stop its
growth. At the bottom of the tree, amongst the roots, wild Clematis
took root at the same time. The Gardener was intrigued by these two
new species in his pansy plot; he left the two new intruders alone,
wanting to see what would happen as they grew strong.
And the tree and the vine grew strong together. As the tree grew
taller, its new branches and outshoots reaching for the sun, the vine
grew upward with it. The vine wrapped itself around the tree and
protected it from outside forces; and the trees roots enfolded the
vine's core and guarded it. To balance the Pansies, the Ash and
Clematis, the Gardner planted a large Black Oak in the front, to
stretch over the entire plot.
By the fifth spring the tree and the vine were dependent upon each
other for their nourishment, growth, and protection. And the pansies
learned to live along side their new neighbors, though some were
jealous of the attention lavished upon the tree and vine by visitors
to the Garden.
And spring waxed and waned from year to year; and other forces tried
to separate the Flowering Ash and the Clematis. But the Gardener
promised that as long as he oversaw the garden he would protect them
and let them be….
…..as one.
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