[isabellemain]

username;; Shiba Inu
name;; Aspen
gender;; Female
gardening experience;; WIP
extra;; {Personality Extra}

[dead acc]

username ⇢ sporki
name ⇢ jill
gender ⇢ female

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"a gardening experience? oh my. i've been gardening
almost all my life, so it's hard to recall one in particular,
but one seems to stand out. I remember that I was just
a kit, and my father was teaching me how to garden..."

a large grey kalon, followed by a small kit, walked out
into the field golden wheat. it was a hot, maybe even
scorching day, but jill didn't mind too much. her father
was teaching her to garden! and he had also had lent her
his straw hat, so the heat wasn't too bad. jill, who had
usually been the quiet and shy type, was filled with
energy today- she was going to plant her very own garden!
as the pair of kalons got to the edge of the field, a small
rectangular patch of dirt came into view, almost like a
garden without any plants. and that's exactly what it was!
jill bounced over. excitedly, she asked her father, "poppa?
can we plant sunflowers first? ooh! and pansies! can we
plant pansies, poppa? with the sunflowers?" jills father
smiled and nodded. "of course, jill. just remember, you
have to come back here every day and care for them. its
your garden, and its a big responsibility." jill nodded
gleefully. "of course!"
this garden soon became jill's life. she took care for the
plants, uprooted weeds, and chose flowers to plant.
she even made a fence so the rabbits and deer wouldn't
eat the flowers. one day jill came to her flower garden with
her dad. because the plants were not doing so well,
she became discouraged and had asked him for advice.
jills tearful eyes gazed down at the barren "garden." all
the pansies and daffodils had shriveled up. "whats wrong with
them?" jill asked her father. "it seems..." jill's father
scrunched his face in thought. "...a type of bug has found
the pansies and daffodils and devoured them." jill gasped.
"no! what am i going to do now? the garden is ruined!"
"hey, its not so bad. we all have experiences like this. dont
worry, the sunflowers still have a chance." the sunflowers hadn't
sprouted yet. jill thought about this. "okay..." she sniffed.
her father smiled and took her paw. "lets get back. the sun
will set soon."
running through the field, jill had a hopeful look in her
shining eyes. maybe...just maybe... she thought. panting,
the small kalon reached the shaded garden, her dad behing her.
once jill looked up, she yelped. in the garden, where nothing else
seemed to grow, a tall sunflower stood proud. although it didn't
seem like much to most, it was everything to jill. she was speechless.
her father, behind her, also seemed proud. jill turned and grinned
at him. "the first flower!"

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[MelMellyMel]

Possible res! Totally not because another one of my Kals is a gardener, how dare you assume that!

[rustyroxy]

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[dolly]

username;;
name;;
gender;;
gardening experience;;
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[seijuu]

mark

[peppermintleo]

username;; rainbow.quasar
name;; Marri
gender;; Female
gardening experience;;
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[octotron]

gardening experience;; Res.

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username;;
octotron
name;;
Willow
gender;;
Female
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Res.
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[huddson]

username;; Stargazing
name;; Daphne
gender;; Female
gardening experience;;

"A... Gardening experience? Alright...
So I used to host a radio show, you know. I forgot the radio name but my show was called 'The Sunflower Seed' and it was all about gardening. I mostly just read things off a card though, I knew nothing about gardening. Then one spring I decided to plant some carrots for later, and... Well, let's just say I made a mistake.
I thought carrots grew like potatoes, where you just put the carrot in upside down or whatever, and it would sprout roots or something. I had no clue there were seeds. I mean, you don't just get a packet at the store of baby carrots or a full carrot or something and it says 'seedless', unless it does. I don't remember.
I spent multiple months waiting for a tiny baby carrot to sprout from the dirt and when I finally got fed up of waiting, I pulled apart the soil to reveal a very rotten carrot.
Not the best three months of my life"
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[CXIV]

username;; pupsoda - name;; Michelle - gender;; Female
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gardening experience;;
Note: This is about Michelle's first time gardening, along with how she first got into gardening! It's also told in her point of view.

Soft, moist dirt cushioned my gray paws as I stood in a dirt mound. I looked around at the lush, green meadow below me. I saw my house in the distance. My mother was outside, holding something. She always loved gardens, and hoped one day I could too. But, gardening isn't for me. I just like playing in the dirt and getting dirty! I looked up and saw the pale blue sky. It has only a couple fluffy, white clouds. It made my mouth water as I imagined them being giant pieces of cotton candy. Mom and I usually don't go into town, as it's really far, so we don't go to fairs or anything. But, oh how I loved cotton candy! If I could, I'd eat it all day and everyday!
I started to walk forwards, ready to tumble down the hill for fun and get a snack to distract myself from the thought of cotton candy, when I felt something delicate be crushed by my weight. It wasn't a rock, and it didn't feel like a bug. I jumped in surprise as I felt something sharp prick my paw pad, and lost my balance. I tumbled down the dirt mound and landed hard on my shoulder and badly scraped it, but I had to know what I crushed! I got back up, feeling a piercing pain in my paw and my shoulder. I looked back at my house and I saw Mom still tending to her garden. I can't let her know I got hurt, she's gets so emotional and worried. Even if it's just a paper cut, she acts like it's going to kill me! Certainly falling down a big dirt mound would freak her out so much, she'd faint! I just shook my shoulder, hoping that I could ignore the pain, and began walking up the hill. I felt the squishy dirt cushion my paws, and it felt good on the paw I got a prick on.
Once I made it to the top, I saw a white flower. It's stem was twisted and had sharp thorns. My eyes widened as I realized that this is where Mom planted her special flower. That was her flower, her favorite one, and I crushed it! I quickly scooped up the dirt around it and lifted it up. I then skidded down the hill, not caring how much my paw or shoulder hurt. I ran across the field between the mound and the house so fast that everything to the left and right of me looked like a green blur.
"Ma! Ma!" I kept calling, feeling anxious of what she'd say. She always told me how important it was not to step on it! She never said why, but I think it's because it's her favorite! I skidded to a halt as I almost stepped on more of Mom's flowers in the beginning of her small garden. She turned around and looked at me.
"Yes, my little marigold?" She said. She always called me some name relating to flowers. The most common names were "marigold" and "tulip." I lifted up the flower to show her.
"I was playin' on the hill.." I started to say, as I thought of exactly what would get me out of trouble. But, I saw her expression and my mind went blank. "A-And I, uh, crushed this flower. It's your favorite, I know and.... and..." I was struggling for words. I looked away from Mom, but held out the flower. I felt my arms shaking while I held it out.
"Michelle..." I heard her say. Oh no, I'm done for! "Michelle, it's alright. It's just a rose, I can always plant a new one! But what on earth happened to you! You're fur is gone of your right shoulder and you're bleeding! Come inside, and I'll patch you up." She said, grabbing the plant out of my hands and putting it down. Then, she lifted me off my feet and carried me inside. After she washed me up and put a bandage on my wound, she led me back outside.
"Michelle, now that you're ten, I'd like to show you how to start your own garden. I was honestly waiting for the day you'd cause some trouble with my garden, so I could teach you what to do." She said. I let out a worried chuckle. She then went back inside the house and came out with another flower, similar to the one I had crushed. It was in a brown, plastic container and she set it in front of me.
"This is a white rose, or as I like to call them, frosted roses!" Mom said, excitement in her voice and joy glimmered in her eyes. I smiled.
"So, what're we gonna do with it?" I asked. "Plant it, of course! Here, you need a shovel. Unless you're fine with using your paws." She replied, grabbing a shovel from the ground next to her. I grabbed the pot.
"Nah, I'm good!" I replied. Mom nodded, and made a small "x" in the dirt with the shovel. "You can dig here, Michelle. We're gonna plant it here. Make sure it isn't too deep or too shallow!" I nodded and set the plant down, then sank my claws into the dirt. I began to rip it out of the ground, scattering it around the hole I was digging. Mom nodded.
"Good, now I'll take out the plant. You can watch, as it is a delicate process." She carefully used a couple fingers to wiggle the flower out of the container, then set it in the hole. She moved the dirt around it and patted it down securely. "Now, we need to make sure we water it every day or two, and make sure it has proper sunlight!" She said.
"I made a list of how to plant other things, I left it in your room. But, Michelle, I hope you continue to garden. It's a family tradition. As thing are getting more modern, I don't want everything in nature to be replaced by a high-tech robo replica. Alright?" She said to me. I thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Don't worry, Mom. I promise I'll be a gardener! For you, and our family." I said, enthusiastically.
Ever since that day, I had my own garden. When I moved out of the house and on my own, into a big city, I made sure that I had an apartment that had a small area I could still garden in. I always keep a small, white rose next to my bed to remind me of my roots. After all, it's where you're from.