Horizon Ridge Even Roses have Thorns

Thistle smiled at her praise thank you I do my best. She tilted her head and sat back to her haunches. Looking over the plants with a practiced eye, some had already been here she had just improved upon it. It was primitive at best, she was not human she lacked the opposable thumbs, but she enjoyed it and she did well.

She sighed the water was a problem it took awhile, usually she tried to let the natural weather take care of it, but occasionally she had to water it. She pointed towards a few rocks. I have some shells hidden behind those rocks. I carry it from the little inlet there. She pointed towards the small stream of water that ran down into a larger body. It takes time more than anything, but that is how I do it.