GoodnightGrace

She is ever cool, and oh so sweet. She is equal parts nurturer and ruckus-raiser, willing to flock a tree and wear a collar, and do both with a smile. (Not to mention a certain hotness for kitchen appliances!)

Because she saved my holly tree. She is a powerful force for good, truth and beauty and I fervently believe that my calling in life is to strew rose petals in her path.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived TheGardner. TheGardner lived in a beautiful cottage surrounded by fields of vibrant poppies made of jewels, and lots of magical Bee hives that produced golden wax. Obviously, this was no ordinary gardener, as everything in the gardens around the cottage was extraordinary. You see, this gardener made extraordinarily rich and fertile compost full of magic that made things grow wild. This compost was so rare and full of nutrients that the stories it nurtured grew so large and wild, that all the people in the land liked to come and raid the compost pile. Every day, more and more 43Villagers gathered around TheGardner’s cottage, to meet the gardener and learn the secret ninja ways of compost making. The villagers soon found that although they found the cottage, and the compost pile, they could never find theGardner. They looked in the cottage…no gardener. They looked behind the compost pile..no Gardner. No one could really tell who theGardner was, what theGardner looked like, or from where theGardner came. All they knew is that theGardner made magic compost.

One day, a little fromatto tomato rolled into the compost pile, demanded to see theGardner so he could grow as big as the sky. He was a little worried that theGardner killed Lupin Magical Sacred Lupines and buried him them in the compost pile, and just had to find out if that was the magic ingredient. He was joined by the Crow, who couldn’t resist pecking a few seeds out of the little vegetable-like fruit man, who promptly got flustered and blew up into ketchup adding to the compost pile. The Crow poo’d in sadness, adding to the fertility. Thus,the compost pile continued to grow.

In the middle of the night, theGardner comes to turn the pile, and add more magic ingredients, hiding the evidence while keeping the pile fresh. Little does theGardner know, the Crow still sits in the darkness, watching and waiting to learn the secrets. Crows don’t have lips, so she won’t tell… ;)

Cabin. Mystery box. Bee Queen and Velonut. All tied up and nowhere to go. ‘Nuff said.