I planted a small garden this year. It’s been doing pretty well, considering my general lack of a green thumb . . . although I owe the majority of that to the ridiculous amount of rain we’ve been getting.
Regardless, the stakes on keeping some flowers and a few vegetables alive are pretty low. What if they were higher?
As the stalk withered away in her hand, she realized three things: firstly, that there would be no Firefrond harvest this year, secondly, that the Chief Sorceress was going to kill her, and thirdly, that this was why no one ever wanted the job of tending the garden.
Calley Jones, Author 