Time Stamp: 3 Summer, 512
Asha strode slowly past a longhouse on her way to the next patch of plants Mogg asked her to care for daily. Now that many of the plants in the area were firmly growing and developing she had fallen into the rhythm of a daily route she took to care for each patch of plants that aided in the survival of the Base Camp. They did not have much time for the growing of what was recreationally beautiful as most gardeners used to in the Spires, instead they spent their time coaxing plants of aid and necessity forth from the soil. But Asha had come to realize that these plants had a beauty in their own way; they may have been rather drab and plain looking at first glance but their ability to sustain and aid life was beautiful. What they gave was beautiful.
Asha stopped to kneel before a patch of bushy greens growing naturally at the back corner of the longhouse. These she had spotted and pointed out to her gardening mentor and supervisor Mogg, who had promptly put the area under her daily care. The plants were stinging nettles, excellent for eating and would be welcome in the Mess Hall when they were well matured. This patch was already three feet tall. Asha estimated she would allow it to grow another foot before beginning to harvest swaths out of this patch. The stinging nettle consisted of a thick, fibrous stalk with smaller stalks shooting from the central one. Each small stalk held a single leaf, deeply veined and crinkly with serrated edges. The stalks and leaves were covered with tiny hairs that caused irritation upon skin contact, thus earning its less appealing name.
Asha knelt beneath the tall swaying plants and began to clear out smaller weeds from around the bases. Stinging nettles were hardly plants and difficult to kill as it was, but still it was better to clear out space and give the plants room to fill out. The hardy plants would certainly use any room they were given to expand and would provide the Camp with even more nutritious food. Asha could see some small nettle shoots popping up from the space the plants greedily ate up. One day this would be a large patch that would feed any passersby that knew to look for it as it was a common enough plant in many regions. Asha was pleasantly engrossed in her work and her arms moved methodically as she lightly plucked away weeds from the stinging nettle bases.
Asha strode slowly past a longhouse on her way to the next patch of plants Mogg asked her to care for daily. Now that many of the plants in the area were firmly growing and developing she had fallen into the rhythm of a daily route she took to care for each patch of plants that aided in the survival of the Base Camp. They did not have much time for the growing of what was recreationally beautiful as most gardeners used to in the Spires, instead they spent their time coaxing plants of aid and necessity forth from the soil. But Asha had come to realize that these plants had a beauty in their own way; they may have been rather drab and plain looking at first glance but their ability to sustain and aid life was beautiful. What they gave was beautiful.
Asha stopped to kneel before a patch of bushy greens growing naturally at the back corner of the longhouse. These she had spotted and pointed out to her gardening mentor and supervisor Mogg, who had promptly put the area under her daily care. The plants were stinging nettles, excellent for eating and would be welcome in the Mess Hall when they were well matured. This patch was already three feet tall. Asha estimated she would allow it to grow another foot before beginning to harvest swaths out of this patch. The stinging nettle consisted of a thick, fibrous stalk with smaller stalks shooting from the central one. Each small stalk held a single leaf, deeply veined and crinkly with serrated edges. The stalks and leaves were covered with tiny hairs that caused irritation upon skin contact, thus earning its less appealing name.
Asha knelt beneath the tall swaying plants and began to clear out smaller weeds from around the bases. Stinging nettles were hardly plants and difficult to kill as it was, but still it was better to clear out space and give the plants room to fill out. The hardy plants would certainly use any room they were given to expand and would provide the Camp with even more nutritious food. Asha could see some small nettle shoots popping up from the space the plants greedily ate up. One day this would be a large patch that would feed any passersby that knew to look for it as it was a common enough plant in many regions. Asha was pleasantly engrossed in her work and her arms moved methodically as she lightly plucked away weeds from the stinging nettle bases.
