Delilah smiled and nodded at him. “Feel free to bring her anytime. I did contact someone for a cat and adopted Rory, but he’s a wee bit terrified of the garden right now. The Venus flytrap got him.” The words were laced with a slight laugh, not at the poor cat because she felt for him, especially when the plant stuck her finger in its mouth. At least he’d taken to chasing the gnomes quite quickly and they didn’t like him at all.
Tossing a nod over her shoulder, Delilah stepped into the garden. It was L-shaped with bright flowers of differing sizes and types planted in rows; the Venus flytraps were nestled near each side of the garden. Mounds of dirt were sporadic around the flowers from the gnomes digging up the plants. “I like perennials for the inner flowers so I don’t have to change them out and they make for a good backdrop. But the flowers around here,” she paused to motion around, “I like to keep seasonal.” There was something about going to the market and buying flowers every few months that made Lila happy; she often came home with more than she should but well… she made it work.
“I’m starting a small herb garden attached to it, but the gnomes love the clove plant so I can’t seem to get it going. I’m not sure I have time for a potionesque plant garden, but maybe one day.” She wasn’t sure why she was explaining that to Mister Skeeter because it wasn’t at all relevant, but she could talk someone’s ear off about plants. “Do you have anything outside of your greenhouse?” She hummed; a greenhouse was a dream of hers, but she couldn’t fathom having one here.
Tossing a nod over her shoulder, Delilah stepped into the garden. It was L-shaped with bright flowers of differing sizes and types planted in rows; the Venus flytraps were nestled near each side of the garden. Mounds of dirt were sporadic around the flowers from the gnomes digging up the plants. “I like perennials for the inner flowers so I don’t have to change them out and they make for a good backdrop. But the flowers around here,” she paused to motion around, “I like to keep seasonal.” There was something about going to the market and buying flowers every few months that made Lila happy; she often came home with more than she should but well… she made it work.
“I’m starting a small herb garden attached to it, but the gnomes love the clove plant so I can’t seem to get it going. I’m not sure I have time for a potionesque plant garden, but maybe one day.” She wasn’t sure why she was explaining that to Mister Skeeter because it wasn’t at all relevant, but she could talk someone’s ear off about plants. “Do you have anything outside of your greenhouse?” She hummed; a greenhouse was a dream of hers, but she couldn’t fathom having one here.
